Walking Home Alone
For the sake of civility, he motioned Principal Johnson to sit down.
He was a gentleman that way, Mr. John Everett, and wanted the principal to know that. But he was also a dangerous man, a fact that was clear judging from the sweat sheening on the principal’s forehead.
“I found her walking home alone, in tears and shaking,” John said calmly, sitting down as well. “Please, explain, principal. And do it fast while I still have the will to listen.”