Here now, he said. Stop this. Let me help you. He put his arm around her and she tried to slap him too, but he caught her arms and pinned them to her sides. Whoa, he said, let’s just go outside. Come with me.
He held her tight and half carried her out the door. Alene and the others watched them out in the parking lot. The manager opened the car door and she got in. She appeared to be calmer now, as if she suddenly were exhausted. He stood talking to her, and then he shut the car door, she started the engine and drove off. The manager came back in the store and walked up to Alene. Aren’t you a teacher in the grade school?
Yes.
What are you doing? he said and shook his head.
I’ll just go, Alene said. She left her grocery cart and went outside to her car into the cold day. She drove home and on the following Monday she returned to her classroom of young children. Everyone in town knew what had happened in the grocery store and nevertheless there she was, still teaching.
The principal of her school called her into the school office and said they could not have this behavior, she’d have to be on probation now, and one more thing like this, if anything happened again, they’d let her go. She was a good teacher, he said. They didn’t want to lose her. But they couldn’t have this.
In the other town the man, the principal, almost lost his job too. The district school board met with him in executive session in the school’s library. The board chairman, a retired insurance agent, said, In the name of Jesus, what were you thinking of? Didn’t you know you can’t do that?
Yes. I knew.
Then why did you?
Oh, we all know why, said one of the other board members, a young man. Why did you think you could get away with it? That’s what I want to know. I thought you grew up in a place like this.
Yes. It was about this size.
Then you would know you can’t do anything without everybody else in town hearing what happened before you even got home. Whether you broke your leg or your thumb or some woman’s heart on the other side of the county there.
I know that, the principal said.
So what were you thinking of? Tell us.
He didn’t answer. He looked around the room at them, in the school library with the reference books collecting dust on the shelves and the school librarian’s desk located in the place where she could keep watch on everything, and the bright posters on the walls.
He wasn’t thinking, one of the others said. That’s the point of all this. You weren’t thinking, were you. It wasn’t about thinking. Thinking didn’t have a thing to do with it.
He didn’t answer that either.
All right, the old chairman said. You can never mind that. You will have to at least answer this, though. Are you done with her?
The principal looked at him for a moment. I am, he said.
You’re finished.
Yes.
You promise us that.
Yes.
Never mind what you promise your wife. You have to be sure, what you tell us. We won’t put up with this kind of thing. We’re not like your wife might be, we won’t take you back.
I said it was over.
All right. The chairman looked around the room. Anything else concerning this issue here today?
None of them spoke.
All right then. I don’t like this way of doing things. Talking out here in the open about what ought to be kept back secret behind closed doors. This isn’t good. I don’t like it.