Theodore Boone: The Scandal

Chapter 21

The offices of Boone & Boone were usually deserted by six p.m. Elsa left every day at five on the dot, with few exceptions. Vince and Dorothy, the two paralegals, soon followed. Mr. Boone was known to ease out even earlier, often under the guise of “running by the courthouse,” which everyone knew was an excuse to meet his buddies for a drink. Mrs. Boone was always the last to leave, but it was unusual for her to be there until six.

After leaving Animal Court, Theo rode his bike to the office and was surprised that everyone was still there. All the lights were on. A big meeting of some sort was taking place in the conference room. He tiptoed down the hallway and tried to eavesdrop through the door, but couldn’t hear much. Elsa, Vince, and Dorothy were in the meeting, along with his parents, who never worked together on a case. Theo could not remember such a gathering. He went back to his office and finished his homework, most of which he’d completed during his extra study hall.

Vince tapped on his door and stepped in. “Say, Theo, your mother wants to see you in the conference room.”

What have I done now, Theo wondered. “What’s going on in there?” he asked.

“We’re meeting with the five schoolteachers. They’ve hired the firm to represent them.”

“All five?”

“Yep.”

“That’s unusual in a criminal case, isn’t it?”

“Very. They plan to stick together while we try to get the charges dismissed. If that doesn’t happen, then they’ll be forced to hire separate lawyers.”

“Okay. Why does my mother want me in the conference room?”

“I guess you’ll have to find out.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

Theo followed Vince to the conference room, where everyone was sitting around the long table and waiting for him. His mother, in charge, of course, stood and said, “Theo, our firm is representing these five teachers from East Middle School.” She introduced each of the five. Theo just stood at one end of the table and nodded. This is weird, he thought. What am I doing here?

Mr. Paul London stood and said, “Theo, we have something we would like to say to you. We are completely to blame for this scandal, and we accept responsibility. We changed the test scores for a number of our eighth graders, and this enabled them to qualify for the Honors track next year at Strattenburg High. We had our reasons for doing so, but our reasons are not good enough. We offer no excuses. Our actions unfairly helped some of our students and unfairly harmed those at other schools. Including you. If we had not cheated on behalf of our kids, there is an excellent chance you would have made Honors. We feel terrible about this, and we offer you our sincere apology.”

Theo thought the poor guy was going to cry. It was obvious he felt far worse about the cheating than Theo did. The other teachers were staring at him with sad, mournful eyes.

Theo had been taught to accept an apology as soon as it was offered. Shake hands. Forget about it, and move on. He said, “Sure, Mr. London, I accept your apology. I just hope you guys are not punished too severely.”

“We’ll survive. We have a good lawyer.”

“I’m gonna be okay, too,” Theo said. “Whatever happens. I just don’t want to take those tests again.” Everyone laughed, and the humor cut the tension. Theo was excused and walked back to his office.

Thursday dinner was always at the same Turkish café, usually at the same table. Omar owned the place and greeted them warmly each week. Menus were not needed because they had the same red pepper hummus with pita bread, followed by the same roasted chicken. Mr. Boone once made the mistake of having a cup of Omar’s Turkish coffee with dessert, and he didn’t sleep for three days. Now, they drank only water. Theo enjoyed the place but often grew tired of Omar’s constant interruptions. While his son ran the kitchen, Omar worked the front and felt like it was his business to engage his customers with nonstop chatting. He was also known to eavesdrop on conversations.

In low voices, the Boones tried to talk about the cheating scandal, but Omar was lurking nearby. They changed subjects and tried to talk about Ike and his latest problem, but Omar was too close. So they talked about an upcoming camping trip Troop 1440 was planning.

Theo didn’t mind the five days of extra study hall punishment handed down by Mrs. Gladwell, but the month of no golf was painful. On Saturday morning, he sat at the kitchen table and tried to look as pitiful as possible as his father went about his routine as if life was just perfect. The weather was gorgeous, the golf course was calling, and Theo couldn’t play. Mr. Boone, however, was planning a marvelous outing with three of his buddies.

“Sorry you can’t play today, Theo,” his father said. “But when you skip school you have to take your punishment.”

“Thanks, Dad. I thought we already had this conversation.”

“Just wanted to remind you.”

“I got the message.”

“That’s enough, Woods,” Mrs. Boone said as she drank her coffee.

“It’s such a beautiful day,” Mr. Boone said. “We might play twenty-seven holes.”

And I hope you double-bogey every one of them, Theo almost blurted. But he ate his Cheerios in silence, suffering as much as possible. Even triple-bogey.

After Mr. Boone finally left, his mother asked, “So what are your plans for today, Theo?”

“I need to go find April. She’s not doing too well these days.”

“What’s the problem?”

“She needs some help.”

“Oh, really. What’s going on?”

He hated to break a promise, but he also needed his mother’s advice. Theo told her about Janelle the babysitter, and her sister Binky, and the letter April had sent to Dr. Stoop. He told her everything.

Mrs. Boone listened with great interest, and when Theo finished she said, “Well, I’m not sure April should be blaming herself. From what I know at this point, it looks as though the scandal was going to be discovered anyway. The test results looked suspicious, and the school board was investigating.”

“That’s what I keep telling her.”

“So you knew the names of two of the teachers from the beginning?”

“I guess. I knew what April told me. I’m not sure I believed her.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I promised April I would never tell. I can keep a secret, Mom, but sometimes when you’re just a kid the secret gets too big and you need help. Right now I’m worried about April. Plus, you’re a lawyer and you know how important it is to keep the secrets of your clients.”

“April is not your client.”

“She thinks she is.”

“And you’re not a lawyer.”

“I know. I just didn’t want to get in the middle of all this.”

“She should not send the second letter, Theo. That will just make her life more complicated.”

“I know. I’ve told her. But she can be very stubborn.”

“I suggest you have another chat with April and make sure she does not send another letter.”

“Okay. That’s what I’ll do. I didn’t want to play golf anyway.”