Angels Everywhere - Debbie Macomber [178]
Suzie considered the offer, then shook her head. “No, but thank you for volunteering.”
No sooner had Suzie left than Brynn was asked to come down to the office. It was the first time she’d received such a request. She wasn’t left to wonder at the reason.
She knew.
If what Suzie said was true, then Mr. Whalen, the principal, had heard what she’d done.
Allen Whalen invited her into his office, and after she’d stepped inside, he closed the door firmly. The sound of it clicking alerted her to the fact that this wasn’t going to be a friendly chat.
Brynn respected Allen Whalen. He was a big, no-nonsense man and a fair disciplinarian. He had zero tolerance for drugs and alcohol and didn’t shy away from confrontations, often suspending students for fighting or other disruptions. Emilio could testify to that.
“Sit down, Brynn,” Allen said, and motioned for her to take a seat on the other side of his desk. More than likely this was the identical chair in which Emilio had sat the first day of the quarter following his fight with Grover.
“First off,” Allen said, leaning forward, “I want you to know I’ve heard good things about you. The kids seem to feel kindly toward you, and that’s a plus. I understand you’ve made a point to visit the families of your students.”
“Yes, I—”
“While your efforts are commendable,” Allen interrupted, “I don’t feel it’s a good idea for you to become emotionally involved with your students.”
Brynn opened her mouth to explain her purpose, but once again she wasn’t allowed to continue.
“You’re young, and idealistic. Perhaps a little too young to deal with the reality of our situation here.”
“Mr. Whalen, if you’d allow me to explain . . .”
He gestured with his hand, indicating that he wasn’t finished. “I had my doubts about this government project. As far as I’m concerned, the less the federal government has to do with the school system, the better. I would never have agreed to this program had I realized . . .” He paused and leaned forward, pressing his elbows against the top of his cluttered desk. “I don’t want to get sidetracked here. The reason I asked you to my office has nothing to do with the government or why you’re at Manhattan High.”
“Yes?” She sat straight, her back as stiff as a steel pipe.
“I received a phone call from two mothers this afternoon,” he prefaced, his face growing tight with displeasure. “Don’t tell me, Miss Cassidy, that you actually discussed birth control methods with your history class.”
Rather than hedge, Brynn answered him in a straightforward manner. “As a matter of fact, I did.”
Allen Whalen’s eyes drifted closed momentarily. “In your history class, Miss Cassidy?”
“It needed to be said.”
“And you felt you were the most qualified to advise a classroom full of young adults? I take it you’ve attended the course the district requires before teaching sex education?”
“No. The discussion was spontaneous. I certainly didn’t plan to spend the afternoon discussing the benefits of condoms.”
“In other words, you just decided this needed to be said and you were the one to do it?”
“If you put it like that, then I have no option but to say yes.” She had no defense and didn’t think it would help her case if she had.
Mr. Whalen mulled over her answers. “In case you weren’t aware of it, this community is largely Catholic.”
Brynn folded her hands on her lap. “I’m Catholic myself.”
“That is no excuse,” he said, then stopped abruptly. “You’re Catholic?”
“My name is Cassidy and my hair is red.” She didn’t mean to be sarcastic, but it should have been obvious.
“Then you must be aware of the church’s standing on the subject of birth control.”
“I am indeed.” She didn’t blink. Didn’t hesitate. Didn’t doubt for an instant that he was furious with her.
“I’m afraid, Miss Cassidy, that in light of this admission, I have no choice but to place a letter of reprimand in your file.”
Brynn swallowed tightly. “I’ve always known you to be a fair man. If you feel I deserve to be formally reprimanded for my actions, then I can only assume that you’re right.”