Joceline studied her. “Do you have children, Ms. Rawles?”
“I’m not married. I certainly wouldn’t put the stigma of illegitimacy on my child,” the other woman said at once, and then flushed, because she realized that Joceline had a child out of wedlock.
Joceline smiled, but she wasn’t happy with the remark.
The principal cleared his throat. “I’m sure that whatever you and your physician decide will be fine with us.”
“Of course,” Ms. Rawles said, obviously distressed. “I’m very sorry. I never should have said such a thing to you!”
Their attitude took the edge off her temper. She could see their side of the issue, as well. “Actually Markie likes you very much, and so do I,” Joceline cut her off. “It’s all right. A lot of people have said worse things to me. His father was a very good man. We had too much to drink and did something out of character for both of us. He went missing in action overseas on duty before we could get married,” she added gently, telling the falsehood with the confidence of years of secret keeping.
The two school officials looked guilty.
“A tragedy,” Ms. Rawles spoke for both of them. “The world is changing very quickly. Sometimes new concepts are difficult.”
“I go to church, and take Markie, every Sunday,” she told them with a quiet smile. “Everybody makes mistakes. Some are more difficult to live with than others. But I love my son. I feel blessed to have him.”
They both brightened. “He’s a smart little boy.”
“That’s why he’s into everything, he’s curious,” Joceline replied. “And I have already discussed this with our doctor. He’s researching medicines, but he says that discipline might be a better choice than drugs in Markie’s case. I don’t mean hitting him with a bat to get his attention,” she added. “The doctor says that overactive children need consistency and routine and a limit to the number of toys they play with to keep them from being overstimulated. There are many new studies on both sides of the issue, but I would prefer to at least try the least drastic measure first. If it doesn’t get results, then I’ll have to consider other options. Compromise,” she added with a smile, “is the foundation of civilization.”
“It is,” Mr. Morrison agreed, rising. He seemed to relax a little.
Ms. Rawles stood up, too. She smiled. “I apologize again for my remarks.”
“It’s all right,” Joceline said again. “You’ll let me know if the situation doesn’t improve?” she asked the teacher.
Ms. Rawles nodded. “Yes, I will. And thank you for coming in to talk to us. I know your job requires long hours.”
“Your job?” Mr. Morrison asked curiously.
“She works for the FBI,” Ms. Rawles said with a grin, glancing at Mr. Morrison’s shocked face.
“My goodness!” he blurted out. “I had no idea.”
“I’m not involved in enforcement of federal laws,” she said. “I only do the paperwork that helps get criminals convicted. I keep the gears oiled.”
He chuckled. “How interesting! We’re having a Career Day here in November. Perhaps you might like to speak about your duties?”
“I would,” she said, “but my boss is very strict. He might not like it.”
“We wouldn’t want to get you in trouble with him,” he replied. “But think about it.”
“I will. Thank you both for being so understanding.”
“I have two daughters in high school,” Mr. Morrison said. “I do know how children can be.” He was very quiet. “One of my daughters took Ritalin for ADD,” he added, referring to attention deficit disorder.
Joceline wanted to ask, very badly, how that had turned out. But there was something in the man’s face that deterred her. She thanked them again, said her goodbyes and went to pick up Markie at day care.
The next day she mentioned the principal’s remark in passing to Agent Blackhawk.
“Morrison. Yes, the school principal. Sad story.”
“Sir?”
“His eldest daughter is a senior in high school. She was arrested for possession of a Class I controlled substance and convicted of intent to distribute. She’s on probation as a first offender. Her mother died of an overdose.” Joceline was shocked.
“You didn’t hear that from me,” he added. “We don’t discuss cases brought by other agencies. In this case, San Antonio P.D.”
“Yes, sir.”
He cocked his head. “She was placed on drugs in grammar school for ADD.”
“That would have been my next question until you said you wouldn’t discuss it,” she said demurely. She sighed. “They wanted me to get my doctor to put Markie on those drugs.” She looked up quickly and grimaced. “That was uncalled for. I’m very sorry, sir. Personal matters should remain personal, especially on the job.”
His black eyes were steady and quiet. “Are you going to do it?”
She moved uncomfortably. She didn’t answer.
He moved closer. So close, in fact, that she could feel the heat of his powerful body and smell the spicy cologne he wore. She looked up at him and felt her heart jump.
“Are you going to do it?” he repeated, in a softer tone.
She swallowed. “I told them I’d talk to my family physician about giving Markie drugs for behavioral modification and that, if my family physician agreed, I’d get another family physician,” she murmured dryly. “I didn’t really mean it. I want to do what’s best for Markie.”
A chuckle escaped him. “I imagine that’s not all you said.”
Her blue eyes twinkled. “Well, Markie’s teacher made a remark that hit me on the raw but I kept my cool. I can’t help that everything I think appears on my face, though …”
He shook his head. “Ms. Perry, you are an anachronism.”
“Sir?”
“It would take longer than I’ve got to explain,” he replied, checking his watch. “I’m overdue for a meeting in the SAC’s office.”
“And I have work to do.”
He pursed his lips. “Some people would consider making coffee ‘work.’”
She smiled what he’d come to think of as her trademark expression. “Some people would consider a tomato a fruit.”
“A tomato is a fruit.”
She made a face and went back to her desk.
MARKIE wanted to play his video game. He grimaced when his mother started talking about his acting out in class and his inability to sit still.
“Nobody likes me,” he muttered.
“Yes, they do. But when you won’t stay at your desk, you make a lot of problems for your teacher. You aren’t the only student she has.”
He sighed. “It’s so boring in there,” he told her. “I already know all that stuff. But I’m younger than the other kids, and they make fun of me when I can’t run like they can, on account of my lungs.”
She