--- Chapter Eight ---
Molson walked slowly away from the high school band room in the direction of her car. All the while, she was thinking. Thinking about tedious little details that might've been overlooked…
She sighed. It was all so surreal. One moment, everyone was happily going about their business, teaching students and making lesson plans. The next thing she knew, it was all chaos. Veterson was in the hospital. Neller was close to having a nervous breakdown, whether he chose to admit it or not. She had been student teaching only the day before. Now everything had been turned completely upside down.
But it would all come to an end, sooner or later. She'd graduate from college in a few months, and find a job directing a band somewhere. With any luck, she might find a position right here in Surbandale. Yes, it was only a matter of time, she thought. If she played her cards right, it just might work out.
Molson threw her purse across the seat to the passenger side of the car and started up the engine. She turned up the radio and tried to relax, hoping that the anxiety bubbling up in her chest would die down with a few deep breaths.
It didn't.