There was a television show that Deedee liked to watch. It was about real criminals. At the end of the show, they always asked the viewers to call the police if they knew where
any of the criminals were.
Deedee wondered if she had seen Mrs. Drazil on that show.
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“Does anybody have any questions they’d like to ask me?” asked Mrs. Drazil.
Ron raised his hand.
Mrs. Drazil pointed to him.
“How old are you?” asked Ron.
Dana gasped. “You’re not supposed to ask someone that!” she said.
“Especially someone as old as Mrs. Drazil!” said Mac.
Mrs. Drazil smiled. “I don’t mind,” she said.
“I’m sixty-six years old. You can ask me anything you want.”
“Anything?” asked Joy.
“I’m a teacher,” said Mrs. Drazil. “That’s what I’m here for.”
Paul raised his hand. “How much do you weigh?” he asked.
“One hundred and twenty-four pounds,” said Mrs. Drazil.
“How much money do you make?” asked Eric Bacon.
“I’m a substitute teacher,” explained Mrs. Drazil. “So I only make money on days that I teach. Then I make fifty-one dollars and eighteen cents a day.”
“What a rip-off!” said Jenny. “You should make at least two hundred!”
“That would be nice,” said Mrs. Drazil. “But I’m a teacher because I love to teach. I love to see young children learn.”
Joy raised her hand. “How many men have you kissed in your whole life?”
Mrs. Drazil thought a moment as she appeared to be counting on her fingers. “Thirty-one,” she said.
Everyone gasped.
Deedee raised her hand.
Mrs. Drazil smiled at her. “Yes, the girl in the pretty flowered T-shirt.”
“Have you ever been in jail?” asked Deedee.
“No,” said Mrs. Drazil.
“Are the police after you?”
“No,” said Mrs. Drazil.