helmet on, behind him, she let out a sigh of relief. She’d avoided dealing with him, without snubbing him. It was a damn delicate line to walk and she appreciated that he realized her unease and was willing to give her some space.
I wonder what that biker bitch looks like—the one his friends are trying to hook him up with.
A picture of a skinny blonde arose from movies she’d seen and she felt the burn of jealousy. \Where did that come from? She didn’t like thinking that way—she didn’t like being jealous or catty, but damn it, she didn’t want him stolen out from under her nose while she figured out what she wanted and needed. If she was going to stay sane she had to either act on her feelings or let them go.
“Are you Miss Wilford?”
She turned to face the gigantic man who’d called to her. Brian stood behind him looking at her as if he wished he was anywhere else. She remembered his father’s name, Malcolm Innes. “Mr. Innes?”
“Damn right I am.”
Brian turned away, facing the wall as if he couldn’t bear to watch what was going on. “You seem angry. What happened?”
He waved a book at her. “This is what happened. This book you assigned the kids to read.” She recognized it as one on the reading list for civics class. Students picked books off the list. “It’s a lot of crap about how transparent our democratic government is.”
“And?”
“It’s total bullshit and typical of the things you people are filling the kids’ heads with. Brian is supposed to write a paper on this book and, like any good parent, I get curious about what he is studying. So I read it too and it’s baseless propaganda, not civics. There are a lot of us onto the lies.”
Seeing he was working himself up into a rage, she forced her voice to be calm. “What lies, Mr. Innes?”
“Starting with what’s in this book, that the government will own up to the things it does. The experiments the government does on its own people are well documented and I’m sure smart people like you know all about the psych experiments that the Feds pretend don’t happen.”
“Why would we want to do that?”
He laughed. “Okay, you want to pretend that the elite aren’t forming a world government? Fine. But even you can’t deny they spy on us so they can discredit intelligent people who have met them.”
“Met whom?”
“The aliens. The creatures our government wants to pretend don’t exist.”
“Mr. Innes, I think you should be talking to someone from the government about this.”
“You think we don’t try? You think we don’t send letters, and petitions, and ask questions at public meetings. But it’s all classified. They can’t talk openly or even privately about any of it. And then you teachers make it worse by teaching this crap science that says we are the only intelligent life forms. Anyone who does serious research gets crucified.”
“The school board chooses books that present what are the accepted scientific facts, Mr. Innes. We teach what is known or believed to be true by a broad spectrum of reputable scientists.”
The man’s face turned purple. “Reputable! Sure, you call anyone left standing reputable after discrediting anyone who thinks differently. Then you use that to promote the ideas of the chosen ones willing to play along with the damn intrusive government—an organization that runs on fake money.”
Seeing Brian cringe, Melanie looked for a way to calm his father down. Arguing with him wasn’t going to go anywhere. “I’m sure there is room for discussion, Mr. Innes. But this is sixth grade, and we teach simple, rather basic science.”
“Including the evolution of man from the apes.”
“Creationism is presented as well.”
“And the real story, that we are descended from aliens, isn’t even mentioned.”
She saw he was serious. Clearly discussion wasn’t going to work. “Well, I respect your beliefs, Mr. Innes, but I don’t choose the books or set what the