Neva started to answer, “It turns out this boy is someone you see for counseling and we—”
Mona interrupted. “So we’ve decided to go with the second-place entry instead. It is written by a lovely girl who has never caused a moment’s trouble.”
Neva refused to meet Skye’s eyes. “Since the boy was already notified, we thought it might be better if you told him he won’t be getting the award after all. We’re sure you can put it to him gently and make him see it’s for the best.”
“Who are we talking about?” Skye stalled.
“Justin Boward.” Mona’s lips twisted as if she tasted something putrid.
“The eighth-grade English teacher was most impressed with his writing,” Neva added. “Although his topic was somewhat controversial.”
“Exactly. Neal would be appalled if I allowed a pro-choice essay to win a prize. After all, he is the head of the Knights of Columbus.” Mona straightened a pleat in her white silk skirt. “It is inappropriate for someone like this boy to triumph. People would think that we approved of his type of good-for-nothing behavior.”
Skye picked her words carefully, fully intending to maintain the confidentiality of her sessions with Justin. “I’ve worked with Justin all year. He’s a youngster who, although very smart, refuses to put any effort into doing well at school. As you know, he is passing eighth grade by the thinnest of margins.”
“Exactly.” Mona smiled meanly.
“There are a lot of interpersonal and emotional reasons for his behavior, which I can’t share with you, but I’ve made some progress with him. I discovered that he loves to read, as long as it isn’t a class assignment, and that he has a talent for writing. With my encouragement he was motivated to enter the contest.”
Mona said, “A prize like this should go to a serious student who has put forth effort all year. Not someone who rattles off a paper at the last minute.”
“If you take this prize away from him after you’ve already told him he won, you will be reinforcing every negative thing he already believes about authority figures.” Skye looked from her aunt to the principal. “You will undo an entire year’s worth of therapy.”
Mona shrugged and patted Skye on the knee. “Quite frankly, Skye, I don’t much believe that mumbo jumbo. Neal says it’s more like the work of the devil than of Jesus.”
“How can he say that? Even the church offers counseling.” Skye squared her shoulders and clenched the arms of her chair.
“Well, that’s completely different.” Mona crossed her arms and sat back.
“I’ll take care of this from here, Mona,” Neva said. “Perhaps you’d give us a few minutes alone?”
Mona picked up her purse and walked toward the door. “Then I’ll see you in the gym.”
As soon as Mona left, Skye shot out of her chair and leaned on Neva’s desk. “Why do people who know the least know it the loudest? And why are you letting her get away with this?”
Neva stood. “That was getting us nowhere. Skye, the decision has been made. Justin Boward is not getting the award.” When Skye tried to interrupt, Neva raised her hand, palm out. “There are too many people in Scumble River who feel as your aunt does, and the school district is planning a referendum in the near future. We can’t afford to offend such a vocal part of our voters.”
“I won’t be the one to tell him.”
“That’s fine with me. I have no problem telling Justin. But is your refusal to tell him in his best interest or because you’re in a snit?” Neva asked quietly.
Skye’s reason fought with her emotions. “Okay, I’ll tell him, but nothing I can say is going to make up to him for this betrayal.”
Before leaving the office, Skye asked that Justin be paged and told to report to Ms. Denison. They met at her doorway. She noted that instead of his usual T-shirt and baggy shorts, he wore a white shirt and tie, with black dress pants.
His mood was different too. He stood tall and looked her in the eye, speaking without being prompted to do so. “What’s up, Ms. Denison? I can’t stay long today. The awards’ ceremony starts in a few minutes. Can you come and watch me get my trophy?”
Skye closed her eyes briefly and wondered what she was going to say. They hadn’t covered a situation like this in graduate school.
“Ah, Ms. Denison, are you okay?”
How could she destroy this kid just because some committee felt he wasn’t “good enough”? He had come so far. When she had first started to see him they had gone whole forty-minute sessions exchanging fewer than ten words apiece. He never made eye contact and was failing all his classes.
She knew now that whatever she said and however she said it, her words were going to destroy Justin’s emerging faith in adults. Skye wished she had more experience. She had no idea how to minimize this kind of damage.
Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke. “You really like Star Trek, don’t you? You watch all the reruns, right?”
He nodded, looking confused.
“Do you always think that the captain does the right thing, makes the right decision?”
Justin looked at her strangely. “No, not always, but usually.”
“If you were a member of the Star Trek crew, would you go against the captain when he or she gave an order you thought was wrong?”
After a long pause, he shook his head. “No, that would be mutiny. But I would enter a protest into my log.”
“Well, I’m sort of in that position now. Mrs. Llewellyn has ordered me to tell you something I don’t agree with, and I don’t think she agrees with it either, but her boss has ordered her to do it.” Skye leaned forward and put her hand over his as it lay on the table. “Justin, I’m sorry to have to say that you won’t be getting the award for best essay after all.”
Justin jerked his hand away and scrunched up his face. “Why? What happened?”
“They decided to give the prize to the second-place winner. They thought, even though you’re a great writer, hers was better when all things were considered.” Skye didn’t want to tell him he was considered unworthy, but she was also trying not to lie.
His shoulders slumped and he turned to leave. “It figures. The whole thing was bogus anyway. I knew I wasn’t good enough to win.”
Skye got up and joined him at the door. “That’s not true, Justin. You are a great writer and I can’t explain this. But just remember, even the captains on Star Trek occasionally make mistakes. And this is one of those times.”
“Can I go now?” He refused to look at her.
“Are you okay?”
He nodded, once.
“I’m really sorry. Don’t let this ruin your summer.”
Justin shrugged. He was back in nonverbal mode. All those months of therapy had been lost.
“I’ll see you next year in high school.”
Another shrug and he was gone.
Skye sat down at her desk and reached for the phone. She needed to notify Justin’s parents, so they’d be prepared when he arrived home. When she got their answering machine it dawned on her that they were probably already at the school for the awards ceremony.
Great. She’d have to find them before the program began. How could Neva and Mona do this to a family? Her hand clenched around the ceramic jar she had been fingering. It had the word MIRACLES printed across the front. She had purchased it when she finished college. Suddenly she snatched it off her desk and hurled it at the wall. As she watched the jar explode into tiny fragments she smiled grimly. There were no miracles in this job.
CHAPTER 10
Diddle, Diddle Dumpling, My Son Gus