I nervously climbed into the backseat of the car. Leo got in and sat down beside me. I wasn’t afraid of Leo. Actually, he had been like an uncle to me since I was a little boy. He was Dad’s campaign manager when he first ran for the Senate. Leo was a regular visitor to our house, and he and his wife often ate dinner with us. When I was little, I ate at the dining table with them. As I grew older, I ate alone in the kitchen with the cook.
As soon as the car pulled off, he asked me, “How is schoo