Lowell sighed. He was a big man all over town and with everyone except his wife. Arlene was always going somewhere and the dean suspected it was often with some pretty rough company. Their marriage had disintegrated to the point where it almost seemed a nuisance to get a divorce so she continued with her affairs and he continued with his little pursuits with young girls. Once in a while she would involve herself in one of his activities if it seemed sufficiently sordid or amused her in some way but for the most part she was content to go her own way.

Arlene knew that Bill would probably have stayed home if she were interested in being a model wife. But she wasn't, not by a long shot. Why there were still cocks in the town she hadn't tasted and she certainly wasn't going to get her full share sitting on her butt and waiting for her husband to come home. She had her own allowance from her father's estate so she didn't have to feel guilty about not providing any services for her husband. He was a big boy. He could fend for himself as far as she was concerned.

Bill found a cold chicken leg in the refrigerator and made himself a sandwich wishing that he was sitting down to a home-cooked meal for a change. He couldn't remember the last time Arlene had prepared anything. It wasn't that he couldn't afford to go out for a meal but somehow eating in restaurants all the time was not the same.

He heard the door slam and knew that Arlene had gone off to meet her latest paramour. Probably some farm worker or unemployed dishwasher, he thought with disgust…

Lowell quickly showered and changed his clothes and drove over to the School Board building. The building was on a small estate and there were iron gates at the entrance. He hopped out of the car and turned the key in the lock and drove right up on the circular drive.

"Evening, Mr. Lowell," the caretaker Jud Farber greeted him.

"Hi, Jud, any of the others here yet?"