IMPACT By IRVING E. COX, Jr. ILLUSTRATED by GRAYAM
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Over the cabin ’phone, Ann’s voice was crisp with anger. “Mr. Lord, I must see you at once.”
“Of course, Ann.” Lord tried not to sound uncordial. It was all part of a trade agent’s job, to listen to the recommendations and complaints of the teacher. But an interview with Ann Howard was always so arduous, so stiff with unrelieved righteousness. “I should be free until—”
“Can you come down to the schoolroom, Mr. Lord?”
“If it’s necessary. But I told you yesterday, there’s nothing we can do to make them take the lessons.”
“I understand your point of view, Mr. Lord.” Her words were barely civil, brittle shafts of ice. “However, this concerns Don; he’s gone.”
“Gone? Where?”
“Jumped ship.”
“Are you sure, Ann? How long ago?”