Lincoln’s Legacy 1 Mondays
Every Monday, Mr. Caruthers came to class late.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, he’d be waiting in the classroom before the bell rang. But never on Monday. There was something strange about Mondays.
And today was Monday.
When I entered the classroom, Maxine Wilson was already sitting at her table.
“Hey, Abigail,” she greeted me. I always liked Maxine. We’d known each other since kindergarten.
“Are you ready?” I asked her.