I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cackle with drunken glee. Not only had Janet rounded up witnesses to my defense, she’d gotten the mole out of my classroom in one masterstroke.
“Yes. About that,” Brollish narrowed her eyes towards Beouf. “Why was that? Why did you empty your class into his room instead of the other way around? Mr Gibson doesn’t have any developmentally appropriate supplies for your students. No baby toys. No diapers. No bottles.”
Another trap. An attempt to get my friend to implicate me where Brollish had failed. “I felt it would be best if Mr Gibson’s students remained in a familiar educational environment to minimize disruption in their routine. No reason to uproot them further.” (Translation: “There was no way we were leaving Clark’s room unguarded so you could plant something.) “It was easy enough for them to bring their bottles and a few toys.” (Translation: “Suck hosewater you old bat.”)
“Did you clean up after your students?”
“Of course,” Beouf confirmed. “Mrs Zoge and her daughter got the last of it packed up before it was time to take the kids to the buses.”
“So there are no baby toys left in Mr Gibson’s?” Uh oh. I didn’t like where this was going.
“Correct.”
Brollish leaned back in her seat. “What about hygiene? Changes? None of your students are potty trained. Did you bring their diapers over to Mr Gibson’s room?” Oh crap….
Beouf shook her head nonchalantly. “No ma’am. My classroom isn’t far from Mr Gibson’s. Mrs Zoge or myself just took turns walking our Little darlings back to our room if they needed a change.” The hell was Beouf doing? Plausible deniability much? !
“So what you’re telling me,” Brollish said, “as Mr Gibson’s local Union Representative, is that there are no developmentally inappropriate toys, bottles, or diapers from your room in his?”
No.
“Yes.”
“And that if I went in and inspected his classroom, if I found something, it couldn’t possibly be from your classroom.”
No. No.
“Correct.”
“And therefore, logically, anything remotely immature would have to belong to Mr Gibson…”
Please Beouf. Please Melony Beouf. Please develop telepathy right now! This is a trap! If you’re my friend, if you’re REALLY my friend, don’t walk me into it! No! No! No!
“I would have to agree.”