hair styled. There was no denying that the headmaster of Paynor Academy was an impressive-looking man.
Gar felt a little guilty that his visit was serving to ruffle that magnificent facade, at least temporarily. It wasnât altogether clear whether Thorn was more concerned over the fact that one of his students was missing or over what that fact might mean to the reputation of his school. The only saving grace seemed to be that Beau Epstein had vanished after school was officially out for the summer. That might help keep Paynor blameless. Keeping Paynorâs image cleanâwhich really meant keeping Derek Thorn cleanâwas clearly the top priority here.
Garâs biggest concern at the moment was how to get comfortable in the damned plastic chair heâd been waved into. Even though it was made of plastic, that didnât mean the chair was a Kmart Blue Light Special or anything like that. The molded black poly-whatever was actually a very trendy item. As a work of art, it was probably okay. As a piece of furniture for actually sitting in, it was a disaster. After struggling in it for several moments, Gar gave up and just resigned himself to being uncomfortable. He rested the cane across his knees and hoped that heâd be able to get up when the time came.
Thorn was waiting for him to speak.
âI was surprised to find you here when I called,â Gar said. âDonât you get the summer off?â
Thorn shook his head, an act which disturbed not a single hair on his head. âMany of our students benefit from additional educational opportunities during the vacation period,â he said.
âRemedial classes, you mean?â
He admitted that with a reluctant nod. âWas Beau Epstein enrolled for the summer classes?â
âYes. Although his grades were excellent for the short time he was here, his grandfather thought that he might best use the summer to improve his socialization skills.â
âWhat can you tell me about Beau?â Gar shifted his butt a little, so that everything wouldnât go absolutely numb.
Thorn frowned. âWe do our best with all the students at Paynor,â he said. The words sounded as if they came from a canned speech. âMany of them live what might be termed stressful lives.â
Gar wasnât sure that âstressfulâ was the word he would use. Most of them were spoiled brats. But he also knew that it could be very hard having everything in the world except a pair of loving, attentive parents. He realized, maybe better than most, that a lot of these kids were orphans in all but actual fact. Beau, of course, was the real thing. âHow did he fit in with the other students? Given his pretty unique background, I mean.â
âThere were problems, naturally. He simply wasnât, how shall I say it, accustomed to the way of life here.â
Gar could only imagine. âDid he make any friends at all?â That was the one piece of information conspicuously missing from the notes Epstein had given him. Usually the parents of even the most wayward youth could provide at least a few names to be pursued. But not this time.
Thorn was looking increasingly uncomfortable. âWell, as to that,â he said, âunfortunately, I can help you very little.â He made a pyramid of his fingers on top of the desk. âYoung people have their own fairly rigid social structure. An adult authority figure like myself has a very difficult time penetrating its walls.â
Gar thought it was pretty funny that Thorn seemed to think of himself seriously as having any real authority over the student body at Paynor. To the kids, heâd be willing to bet, this fool with his brass buttons was nothing more than a clown. A figure of ridicule, not authority. âDo I have your permission to speak to some of the students on campus?â
Thorn frowned again. âWell, ordinarily I wouldnât be terribly comfortable with that.
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