The door opened to the office. Helen Girardi looked up as Charity walked in.
"Ms. Andrews?" Mr. Price asked. "What are you doing out of class."
"I need to talk to He—Mrs. Girardi," Charity said.
"You didn't answer my question," he said. Helen opened her mouth to say something but Charity looked like she had it all under control.
"Well, Mr. Price," Charity replied. "I just need something."
"What kind of 'something'?" he asked.
Charity smiled and looked at him.
He looked at her and then at Helen and then back at Charity. "Oh! That 'something'. O-Ok," he replied. His face turned bright red and he turned and ran back into his office.
"I love to see 'em squirm," Charity said to Helen.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
Charity looked at her. "I fell asleep last period," she said.
"And?" Helen asked.
"I dreamt about Briana again," she replied.
Helen looked at her.
"It was so real, Mrs. Girardi."
Helen nodded. "You can tell Will this afternoon when he gets home," she said.
Charity nodded. "Could I have a tardy slip?" Charity asked.
Helen nodded and filled her out a slip and sent her back to class.