The Life Of Reilly. Sue Civil-Brown

on the island. He felt dwarfed among them, but that didn’t especially bother him until one of them punched him in the shoulder. Jack was no wuss, far from it, but these guys’ idea of a friendly tap would have knocked down sheetrock and two-by-fours.

      Before long the conversation turned from the day’s catch to the new schoolteacher.

      “There’s something whacked about her,” said Jazz Bingle, a guy tall enough to play for the NBA if he hadn’t also weighed close to three-hundred pounds. “The wife says she’s teaching them about global warming.”

      Jack’s interest perked. “What’s wrong with that?”

      Jazz shrugged. “Nothing. But it’s kinda weird when your kid comes home as says the earth getting hotter could cause an ice age. Now how do you figure that?”

      Bart Abernathy nodded. “Don’t add up, do it? How does hot make cold?”