“No,” Anna said. “You don’t understand. Buckingham’s doing some kind of semiretirement thing. She’s gonna do orientation and acclimation for the newbies—but that’s it. She’s not teaching anymore.”
Wordlessly, our heads turned, and we counted seats at the staff table. Sure enough, there was an extra chair.
“Then who’s teaching CoveOps?” I asked.
Just then a loud murmur rippled through the enormous room as my mom strolled through the doors at the back of the hall, followed by all the usual suspects—the twenty teachers I’d been looking at and learning from for the past three years. Twenty teachers. Twenty-one chairs. I know I’m the genius, but you do the math.
Liz, Anna, and I all looked at each other, then back at the staff table as we ran through the faces, trying to comprehend that extra chair.
One face was new, but we were expecting that, because Professor Smith always returns from summer vacation with a whole new look—literally. His nose was larger, his ears more prominent, and a small mole had been added to his left temple, disguising what he claimed was the most wanted face on three continents. Rumor has it he’s wanted by gun smugglers in the Middle East, ex-KGB hit men in Eastern Europe, and a very upset ex-wife somewhere in Brazil. Sure, all this experience makes him a great Countries of the World (COW) professor, but the best thing Professor Smith brings to the Gallagher Academy is the annual anticipation of guessing what face he will assume in order to enjoy his summer break. He hasn’t come back as a woman yet, but it’s probably just a matter of time.
