“I’m sorry.” Brice swallowed his saliva and clear his throat. This was getting juicy real fast. She had to know the exact amount the office received not Jason blow up numbers he reported at the teacher meetings. “Why are you keeping a separate accountant book?”
“The school has had trouble with the state and federal about how the monies being handle,” Tammi said, scribbling on a Post It pad. “I make sure this office books are balance with no questions. Jason can’t mix us up in his crap.”
“How much trouble has Jason’s book caused?”
“Enough to get funding suspend until an investigation started.” Tammi shield the side of her mouth. “Jason was able to stopped it. I don’t know how?”
Jason got some pulled somewhere, Brice thought. It’s in the State. Couldn’t be the Fed that would be unbelievable. She told just enough to gossip, if she knew something more she wasn’t telling.
“Shawn is at the car waiting,” Brice said, snapping his fingers. “Nice meeting you again.”
“You too. Maybe we see more of each other. You can call me Brice, if you like. Bye, Brice,” Tammi said, picking a pile of folders behind her.
Brice watched her as he left. Her body was plump and soft like a fur coat, a squeezable delight. She didn’t have anything he disliked. He exited out the lunchroom door, jogging to the parking lot. Wilma had left for today, question her tomorrow some more. Qadira and Shawn chatted by his Chrysler Shadow.
“Come on man,” Shawn said, signaling Brice.
“What happen to you?” Brice asked Qadira, searching his jeans’ pocket. “Something wrong, you weren’t in class today.”
“I stay with Mrs. Sanders all day,” Qadira said, holding the car door handle. She maneuvered to the back seat. Shawn got in on the front passenger side.
“You’re feeling up to continue running my community center?” Brice asked.
“Yes.” Qadira curled up in the backseat.
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