Ricky entered the school building and stopped the first student he saw. “How do I get to Room 208?” he asked.
“You’re late,” the boy said, thinking that Ricky was a student. “Class started ten minutes ago. It’s one flight up those stairs and to the left.”
Ricky entered the room as quietly as he could and stood in the rear. Red was addressing the class. He acknowledged Ricky’s presence with a nod and a slight smile.
“Remember,” Red lectured, “Martha constantly accuses her husband o