He folded the napkin into a little square and tucked it into his shirt pocket.

“And the red scarf?” I asked.

“We’ll figure out where it came from,” Frank said.

He paid the check with a five-dollar bill from his wallet and walked out to the parking lot.

I walked three blocks to Oak Creek Middle School and stood beside the tall chain-link fence near the gym door.

The dismissal bell rang inside, and kids streamed out onto the asphalt path.

Jeremy came out by himself, his canvas backpack hanging off his left shoulder and his head bowed.