RONAN
The interview with Principal Hartley was two days later. She was a small middle-aged woman with silver-rimmed glasses and that open friendly face that somehow everyone in the town had. She sat behind her desk, my hastily prepared application which Darius had helped with in front of her, her sharp eyes scanning the page.
"Mr. Black," she said, reading from the paper. "Ronan Black. You have an impressive resume. Military background, security work, extensive physical training experience." She looked up at me over her glasses. "Why do you want to teach elementary school P.E.?"
"I'm looking for a change," I said, which was true. "I have spent years working with adults, training soldiers and running security operations. I want to work with children. It’s something quieter and more meani
