The Magic WandChapter 5
They were deep in what a generous philosopher might have called ‘discussion’ when the door opened and the janitor came in with his long-handled dust mop. He stopped and looked at his watch. Mindy looked at her own. It was a few minutes past five. “Good grief,” she moaned. “Your parents are probably frantic.” Bobby pulled out his cell phone and called home. “Hi, Mom. I’m fine. I got delayed by a tutoring session. I got a chance to work on catching up in math, and lost track of the...