Saturday's Storyteller: "His face was as broad and as cross as a closed envelope."
by Belinda Roddie His face was as broad and as cross as a closed envelope, and when he let me into his office with his thin eyes averted to the floor, I knew immediately that something was wrong. I had actually, in my entire life, never been sent to the principal's office. I had never gone against the rules. Only now, this man was probably trying to find a way to get me in trouble. "Miss Lopez?" I sat across from my desk with one leg crossed over the other, a makeshift crucifix against a blank-faced demon. From his pasty white paper face to his dull gray suit, Principal Thurmond was anything but hospitable. "Yes." He wrinkled a nose at me. "Your world history teacher asked me to bring you here out of concern. She says you seem to be distracted as of late." I shifted my shoulders a bit beneath my jean jacket, but I never uncrossed my legs. "Do tell." He didn't seem pleased with my borderline snappy comment. "S