"You will never guess what I saw yesterday," Fran said to Leigh over their lunch. Leigh just shrugged. "I saw my neighbour, Joe, with a book."
"You make it sound like a bomb or something."
"It might as well be." Fran raised her eyebrows. "At least for shock value. I remember teaching him. He had no more interest in reading than he did in anything that didn't involve tramping around in the woods. His son was headed the same way until he landed in your class."
"I think the son is the inspiration for the father." Leigh thought of the heartbreaking note Joe had read out loud to her. "I am sort of unofficially helping him."
"Well, if you sort of unofficially need some help, just let me know. That family has always been special to me and my dad."
"Did you see the title of the book?"
"No, I
