The Scandal (Theodore Boone 6)

“Thank you.”

Elsa handed her a sheet of paper and said, “Just have a seat in the conference room and fill out this questionnaire. It’s just basic information. Would you like some coffee?”

“No thanks.”

Fifteen minutes later, Elsa escorted Geneva Hull into Mrs. Boone’s sleek and stylish office. Introductions were made and Elsa excused herself. Geneva took a seat, and Mrs. Boone eased into her swivel chair behind her uncluttered glass and chrome desk. With a professional smile, she began, “How can I help you?”

“I’ve never hired a lawyer before.”

“Well, welcome to America. Everybody needs a lawyer at some point.”

“I, uh, I think I’m about to be fired from my job at East Middle School.”

“On what grounds?”

“The school thinks I’m involved in a cheating scandal, one that involves the standardized tests for eighth graders.”

Mrs. Boone scribbled some notes and thought about this. “Well, Geneva, I’m not sure I should take your case. You see, I have a son who’s in the eighth grade at Strattenburg.”

“I know,” she interrupted. “I’ve heard of Theo. Through a friend of a friend.”

“I guess a lot of people know Theo. Anyway, Theo is a very bright kid and a good student, and he missed the Honors track by one point. Personally, I don’t like the tests and I don’t approve of the tracking system in place at the high school, and I know that Theo will do well in any school, at any level. But it seems as though you and I may have a conflict because of Theo and the tests results.”

“I’ve thought about that, and I think that when the truth comes out it won’t make any difference. The tests results will probably be thrown out, and, frankly, I don’t know what will happen after that. I’ll be gone, and maybe Theo will get another chance. Or maybe the scores for all the kids will be adjusted. I just don’t know.”

“Are you here to tell me the truth?”

Geneva paused and looked away. “I have a question.”

“Okay.”

“If you’re my lawyer, anything I tell you stays in this room, right?”

“Absolutely.”

“You can’t tell anyone?”

“Never. A lawyer must keep her clients’ secrets in strict confidence. The only exception is when the lawyer believes the client may do harm to others, but that’s never happened in my career.”

“Well, then, are you my lawyer?”

“If we can agree to keep Theo out of it, yes, I’ll represent you.”

“I can do that, but can you? You’re his mother.”

“I’m also a professional, Geneva. I keep my family life at home. Theo is going to be fine regardless.”

“Will he know that I’m your client?”

“Normally, Theo does not know who my clients are, but there’s always the chance he’ll find out. It shouldn’t matter. Why don’t you tell me your story, and then we’ll decide whether we should go forward together? And again, anything you tell me will be kept in confidence.”

“Okay.” Geneva took a deep breath and began with the events of that morning: the investigators and their polygraph; the immediate suspensions of her four colleagues; her likely suspension, too. The more she talked the more she wanted to talk. Mrs. Boone listened carefully as she took a few notes.

Geneva eventually worked her way back to the beginning. “I’m sure you know that East has many low income kids. It’s in that part of town, plus the school board tends to assign most new students to East. So we have a lot of immigrant families, a lot of kids using English as a second language and trying hard to learn it. We, the teachers, think it’s unfair to place so many of these kids at East, but we’re not in charge of that. And we love our kids. They show up every day with big smiles and happy hearts, ready to learn. They may not always have lunch money or have had something for breakfast, so we take care of them. No one goes hungry. I think we have to work harder as educators, because we often stay late to tutor kids who are struggling with the language. And we’re there at night to meet with the parents, many of whom work two and three jobs and can’t stop by the school during the day. Our students have to translate, which is often difficult. I have two Vietnamese kids in my class and their parents speak almost no English, but they care deeply and they want their kids to succeed. I guess what I’m saying is that the rules are a little different at East. And it’s so frustrating to watch our kids struggle with the standardized tests, and then score lower than the others, and then get labeled as slow learners or dumb kids. They’re not dumb, and they don’t deserve to get stuck in Remedial in high school. So that’s how it all started, Mrs. Boone. We did it. We’re guilty. We’re about to get fired, and our careers as teachers will be over. But we did it to help our kids and to save our school.”

She finally paused and wiped her cheeks.

Mrs. Boone asked, “When did you first start changing the test scores?”

“Last year was my first year, and we didn’t change that many. The school was facing probation after last year’s results, so this year we changed a lot more. It’s really weird because I think we knew we would eventually get caught, but we just did it anyway. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it?”

“No, it doesn’t. It’s important, at least for the next few days, to stay away from the other teachers. I’ll contact the principal in a few moments and get the terms of your suspension.”

“You sound like my lawyer.”

“I am. We’ll get through this.”

“Thanks.”

Chapter 16

On Tuesday morning, Theo (and Judge) lay in bed listening to the rain. He didn’t want to start the day. The rain didn’t bother him; there were more important things on his mind, primarily April. She was freaking out over the cheating scandal and terrified she would somehow get caught and exposed and sent to jail, all because of her anonymous letter. They had talked for almost an hour on the phone late the night before, with Theo trying to assure her she was not in trouble, she would not be caught, and so on. As the scandal was unfolding, it seemed pretty clear that the test scores from East were already raising suspicions before the arrival of the mysterious letter. Theo repeatedly told April that an investigation was likely without her involvement. He wasn’t sure he really believed this (and who really knew?), but he had to say something to calm her. She was talking about running away, catching the bus at the downtown station, and riding it all the way to San Francisco. Theo reminded her that she had disappeared before, and he and Ike were lucky to find her. Things are going to be fine, he kept telling her. Ju

st let the authorities finish their investigation.

But April was upset and would not listen to reason, or at least to Theo’s version of it. She blamed herself for getting the teachers in trouble. What if they got fired? Their careers and lives would be ruined. But, Theo reminded her again and again, they were involved in a conspiracy to change scores, and if they are proven guilty they deserve to be punished.

Back and forth it went until Theo was exhausted. He did not look forward to another day of holding her hand and consoling her at school. And so he listened to the rain and skipped his shower. If he wet his hair and brushed his teeth his mother would never suspect that he had not bothered to properly bathe. He did this occasionally, and no one other than Judge ever knew about it. He turned the shower on, let the water run for a few minutes, got dressed, and finally went downstairs. His mother was in her spot in the den, reading and sipping coffee. Theo made breakfast for Judge and himself. He noticed the morning newspaper lying on the kitchen table, a clear sign that there was something important one or both of his parents wanted him to read. He took a bite of Cheerios and slowly pulled the newspaper closer. The front page headline read: “Five East Middle Teachers Suspended.”

Oh boy. He chewed slowly but didn’t taste anything. There were five photos in a row just above the fold. He zeroed in on Geneva Hull, the one who worked with Binky, who was Janelle’s sister. Last night April had said she wished she’d never met Janelle. The girl talked too much, and now April had done something stupid.

According to the reporter, the five were suspected of working together to change test scores at the school, and so on. There was really nothing new, nothing Theo and April did not already know.

Mrs. Boone walked into the kitchen and sat across from Theo. She had that look, that serious motherly gaze that immediately told Theo that something heavy was on the way. Quickly, he tried to remember if he’d done anything wrong in the past few hours. Sure, he had just faked a shower, but how could she tell? He took another bite as if all was well, and with a mouthful said, “Got a busy day, Mom?”

As a lawyer, she enjoyed talking about how busy her life was, how tight her schedule was, how many clients she had to see, or how many hours she would spend in court. Instead, she smiled and said, “We need to discuss something, something very important that cannot be repeated outside this house. Okay?”

“Sure, Mom.” Whatever it was, it was far more serious than a fake shower.

She explained that she was now the lawyer for Geneva Hull, one of the five teachers, and she wanted him to know this because Ms. Hull’s problems might in some way impact Theo and whatever eventually happened with the tests. Theo listened thoughtfully, even took another bite, and quickly realized that he was off the hook. He wasn’t in trouble after all. He really didn’t care what his mother did as Ms. Hull’s lawyer.

Finally, he said, “Is that all?”

“Well, yes, Theo, but I just wanted you to know.”

“Okay, now I know. Doesn’t bother me, but just make sure we don’t have to take those tests again.”

“I can’t promise anything, Theo. I have no control over what the school board decides to do about the tests.”

For a split second, Theo wanted to tell her about April and the letter. The situation was getting out of control and quickly becoming something that the adults should deal with, not the kids. He’d done nothing wrong, right? And he was almost certain that April had done nothing wrong either. Maybe his mother should know everything. She always knew what to do in difficult situations.

But he’d made a promise to April, so he said nothing.

April skipped school. Theo couldn’t find her anywhere, and she wouldn’t answer his text messages. Missing school was not that unusual for her, and he guessed that she was hiding. He was also afraid she had done something stupid like run away. He worried about her all day, and after the final bell he biked to her house, but no one answered the door. He was late for Boy Scouts and received a stern warning from the Major. Since it was Tuesday, the Boones made their weekly visit to the homeless shelter on Highland Street. As always, Theo helped serve dinner to the folks who stayed there, and he helped the younger kids with their homework. Still no word from April.

Late that night, she finally sent a text. She was at home, hiding in her room, afraid to come out. He called but she wouldn’t answer.

“Just great,” he mumbled and turned off his light. An hour later he was still awake, but Judge was unconcerned. From under the bed he was practically snoring.