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learn about the legal system by acting out a court case. They serve as the lawyers and witnesses based on facts provided to them. After practicing for a couple of months, they compete against students from other schools before real lawyers and judges.”
    Janie looked skeptical. “I don’t like talking in front of groups, and I’ve never thought about becoming a lawyer.”
    â€œIt’s not limited to people interested in a legal career. You write well and speaking in public is the next step. The first meeting is next Tuesday evening at seven o’clock. If you don’t like what you hear, I won’t ask you to come back.”
    â€œAre you going to be there?”
    â€œYes, I’m the faculty advisor. Dr. Lassiter is trying to find a lawyer who will help me.”
    â€œI’m not sure my mom can bring me to the meetings,” Janie said hesitantly. “It depends on her work schedule.”
    â€œIf you need a ride, let me know and I’ll help,” Kay offered. “Think about it over the weekend, and we’ll talk on Monday.”
    After Janie left, Kay returned to the tests on her desk. On top was Dustin Rawlings’s paper. The football player’s perspective on American literature always made her smile. Picking up her red pen, she began. An hour and a half later she was almost to the bottom of her stack when there was a knock on the door. Dr. Lassiter stuck his head inside the room.
    â€œI’m glad I caught you,” the principal said. “I had lunch today with a young lawyer who has volunteered to help coach the mock trial team. His card is in your faculty mailbox. Give him a call in the next few days. He knows the first meeting is scheduled next Tuesday.”
    Kay put down her red pen and rubbed her eyes. “Yes, sir. I need to grade a few more papers, but I’ll do it before I go home.”
    She worked her way steadily through the remainder of the test papers. The final entry was Janie Collins. The young woman wrote a very insightful and fresh commentary on the Wolfe excerpt. Kay wrote “A -94” on her test.
    There was a short, covered walkway from modular unit three to the main building where the teachers’ lounge was located. In Kay’s mailbox was a sheet of paper announcing a car wash for the Spanish club and a small, ivory-colored business card. It took her a couple of seconds to sort out the names. Humphrey, Balcomb & Jackson - 319 Lipscomb Avenue -Scott W. Ellis - Attorney at Law.
    Scott Ellis. She held the card lightly between her fingers.

    Scott was still sorting through teenage memories of Kay Laramie when he arrived back at the office. It might take a little effort, he thought, but it shouldn’t be too hard to put aside ancient, romantic feelings, especially since the tall, blue-eyed girl with the quick laugh was now Mrs. Wilson, the married English teacher.
    He spent the rest of the afternoon preparing for the deposition of an automobile accident reconstruction expert. The firm’s client suffered a concussion in a collision with a dump truck and couldn’t remember what happened. Scott was finishing up the lengthy memo when the phone buzzed.
    â€œKay Wilson on line 5.”
    Scott picked up the phone receiver and in what he considered his friendly, yet professional voice, said, “Hello, this is Scott Ellis.”
    â€œHi, Scott. It’s Kay Laramie Wilson from the high school. Remember me?”
    The voice was instantly recognizable, just less girlish. Not at all grating like Mrs. Willston.
    â€œOf course, I do,” Scott replied. “Your married name didn’t register when I talked to Dr. Lassiter, but he showed me your picture in the yearbook. I didn’t know you’d moved back to Catawba.”
    â€œI’ve been here a year and a half. How about you?”
    â€œThe same. I came back after graduating from law school. When did you get married?”
    â€œFive years ago. And