Cleve Combs entered Luke's office before eight o'clock the next morning with a host of new faces. "Most of my staff are back from summer conferences," he began. "I want you to meet the team you're going to be working with."
They introduced themselves: Herbert Weatherly, Assistant Superintendent; Robin Carlson, Vocational Director; Harriett Sparks, Director of Library Services and Dr. Angie Cash, Special Programs Coordinator.
"I've assigned Herb as your mentor, Dr. Allen. He'll set up some meetings I want you to attend. We need to be certain that everyone's on the same page. Get us some coffee and we'll talk awhile." Cleve Combs did not ask if Luke had other appointments.
"I'll assist with the coffee," volunteered Angie Cash. She followed Luke into the work room and began to prepare a tray of coffee and condiments. "I understand you bought the Smatherly's cabin."
"Yes, it was our first choice. We felt fortunate to get it."
"My husband and I live above you, up near Eastwind Pass. We'll call to invite you to dinner next week, if you think that will be convenient."
"I'll tell Ginny to expect your call. We'll be delighted to join you for dinner."
"I want you to understand something, Luke." Angie Cash's voice lowered as she glanced toward the door. "I did not want to attend this meeting."
Luke sensed that he had met his first professional ally in Balsam Valley. "Thanks."
••••
Cleve Combs tilted his chair away from the conference table and began to pick at a spot on the back of his head. "The people in this room are the main players on my team, Dr. Allen. I make very few decisions that they are not involved in. They're my direct link to what's going on in the schools." He dropped his chair to the floor and leaned across the table toward Luke. "I expect you to take them into your confidence, to trust them, to consult with them and to let them be your link to me. Not that I can't work with you directly, but I have to rely on those who can help you become a part of the team. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
"They know the philosophy with which our system is operated. They know the problems you'll encounter as you get to know your faculty. You must trust them and respect their opinions."
"I understand."
"I want you to be a member of this team. This team has the ability to assist you. We know that you are bringing in some new ideas, but it is important that my team have the opportunity to discuss your ideas before you put them into effect." He hesitated. "I don't want you talking to the Board about anything again, until you have first discussed it fully with this team. Do you understand, Dr. Allen?"
"I understand fully, Dr. Combs."
"To assist you, I am going to have at least one member of my staff in your school every day as soon as the faculty arrives and maybe for the first few weeks of school. I can arrange for an office to be set up for them here."
"I don't think that's necessary, Dr. Combs. You and your staff are always welcome here, but you have enough to do. I prefer that you let me work with my assistants and the faculty." Luke hesitated, attempting to assess the Superintendent's reaction. "I am concerned about what other principals might think. I'm willing to maintain daily telephone contact with Mr. Weatherly, but I don't think having a district administrator assigned here would be the best approach." The silence was broken by the drum-roll of Cleve Combs fingers on the edge of Luke's desk.
"Maybe not. We'll hold off on that idea, unless I see the need to assist you." Cleve Combs turned to his staff. "We best be on our way." The team stood in unison. "Herb and I are going to speak with your assistants. If your job had been based on looks, that cute little brunette assistant of yours would have gotten it hands down." The team laughed uncomfortably.
Luke swallowed his anger. "Are you referring to Darrell Thorton, Dr. Combs?" The Superintendent's eyes narrowed, then he smiled.
"You know good and well who I am referring to. Don't pretend you have not noticed her." Cleve Combs winked at him. "I can pick'um, can't I?"
"You certainly can, sir." Luke feigned a smile.
••••
"Need a refill?" Mrs. Workman stood in the doorway with a coffee pot.
"Thanks."
"Your appointment with Coach Starnes needs to be rescheduled. Mrs. Lynch, chair of the Leadership Team will be here at nine-fifteen, the fire marshal will be here at ten-thirty, you have lunch with your assistants and you meet with the counselors at two o'clock. Tonight you have the Parent Boosters' clubs. Oh yes, Wayne Bosman called to extend his regards. He and his wife returned yesterday."
"See if Coach Starnes can be here around three. I'll meet him in his office."
"Did Bosman leave a number?"
She handed him a note containing Wayne Bosman's unlisted telephone number.
"Thanks, and I remember your suggestion."
"Meet him out of town, Dr. Allen. I don't have good feelings about his returning so quickly from vacation."
"Vacations are often interrupted for good reasons."
"This is different, Dr. Allen."
He tried to humor her. "You think we have a dark moon rising?"
"I pray not."
•••
Declining coffee, Marti Lynch breezed through preliminary greetings with the grace of a woman who had done her homework. "I have a few questions, a couple of suggestions and I'll be on my way, Dr. Allen."
Marti Lynch was a dynamic three-time Teacher of the Year ("...They had to select someone so I volunteered...") who taught French and sponsored the debate team. A single mother of two elementary-age boys, she admitted that her after-school life was occupied with soccer, laundry, PTA meetings and a favorite soap opera that she had watched religiously for fourteen years. Mrs. Workman also identified her as Ken Holmes' "friend."
"Mark my word," MayEllen forecast, "there's going to be a wedding come summer...."
He had instinctively liked the young woman who chaired the faculty Leadership Team. "Fire away," Luke quipped.
"Don't use that expression." There was a twinkle in her eye. "You might jinx both of us."
Luke chuckled. "You have tenure and I have a contract, Mrs. Lynch. They can't touch us until the next elections." He sensed they would work well together.
Her questions concerned funding. She also suggested establishing a Finance committee to review department requests. Luke was impressed with her insight.
"There are two concerns you must deal with on your own, however."
"Only two?"
"Only two that relate to the Leadership Team right now. Two biggies: the guidance office and the library. No one from either area is on the Leadership Team."
"The Team is elected by the faculty. I can't appoint someone to an elected committee."
"No, but you can set up an advisory council of some type. Call it what you want, but get those two women -- I mean -- areas involved so they will not feel left out."
"You are asking me to be resourceful, eh?" He admired her directness.
"I'm asking you to get them off our backs. They are calling every member of the Leadership Team at ungodly hours of the day and night, asking questions and planting seeds of dissension. You need to know this so you can be pro-active rather than re-active, using your terms."
"So who are the 'them' you refer to, Mrs. Lynch?"
"Mrs. Switzer and Ms. Devron."
"I'll see what I can do. Why don't you be direct?" he chided. "I meet Mrs. Devron this afternoon, by the way."
"Innocent, desperate and well-meaning people tend to be direct. I am definitely not innocent, I am not yet desperate, but I am well-meaning. I take my responsibilities seriously."
"Me, too, Mrs. Lynch. I look forward to working with you."
•••
"I will have him call you, Dr. Allen. We both wish you well in your new position."
"Thank you, Mrs. Bosman. I look forward to meeting you and your husband."
"I hope that is possible." She hesitated. "In the near future, Dr. Allen."
•••
Wayne Bosman called shortly. "Dr. Allen?"
"I hope your vacation was enjoyable, Mr. Bosman."
Wayne Bosman chuckled. "What else do you say to a man who has been run out of the Valley on a proverbial rail?"
"I meant only to greet you ...."
"Quite all right. I apologize. It is just that I have never spoken with a replacement, at least under these circumstances."
"If you are not comfortable in talking with me, I understand. I am simply responding to your offer to assist, and ....."
"No, no, no. I'm just pre-occupied right now. And I do want to assist you. You should know that talking with me is not what the Superintendent or the Board would want. Particularly under the current circumstances."
"I don't know how to respond, Mr. Bosman."
"Nor does anyone. Many assumed that I left willingly. That's far from the truth. The Board somehow buried the fact that I refused to resign. They placed me on administrative leave with pay until our lawyers could work out some type of settlement. There were so many rumors that most believe I either resigned or retired."
Luke made a mental note to review the newspaper records.
"I don't want to involve you or the school, Dr. Allen, but I have no choice. I'll be filing a law suit within a few weeks. I'd like to meet with you privately before a formal filing. It's urgent, Dr. Allen. You are responsible for all school records right now and I need to talk with you."
Luke did not respond.
"I will meet with you alone, with you and my attorney, or with you and your attorney."
"I don't have an attorney."
"Get one. Get one from out-of-town, far away from any contacts with Balsam Valley. Wait. I have a suggestion. Meet me privately. You can record our conversation."
"I'll have to get back to you, Mr. Bosman."
"I beg you to keep this in utmost confidence. My life and the security of your school are at risk."
"I'll keep this in confidence and will get back in touch with you."
••••
Luke asked Mrs. Workman to send letters to Ray Starnes, Lucinda Switzer, Hazel Devron, Holli Henderson, Dawn Murphy, Greg West and the presidents of each parent boosters group -- inviting them to join the Foresight Committee. The purpose of the committee was to coordinate long-range planning and funding for curricular and extra-curricular programs at the high school.
••••
Rusty continued to bark and growl as he ran from the front door to the window facing the garage. "Settle down, Rusty," Ginny called from the loft. "What you hear, fella?" Ginny saw a shadow at the window as she descended the stairs. Startled, she rushed to the switch for the outside lights.
Luke would have turned on these lights from the garage. She heard heavy footsteps on the porch. Latching the chain lock, she peered through the view-sight. Without unlatching the chain, she opened the door.
"I know it's late, Mrs. Allen, but I was in the neighborhood." Cleve Combs had his hand on the screen door as if to enter.
"I saw you at the window, Dr. Combs. Luke had a boosters' club meeting tonight." She made no effort to unlatch the door.
"I didn't mean to frighten you. You've got a built-in alarm system in that dog there." Rusty continued to growl at the voice beyond the door.
"Luke will be late and I am actually very busy, Dr. Combs."
"I was just in the neighborhood, Mrs. Allen. I'll stop by again sometime."
"It will be best if you call first, Dr. Combs."
"I'll do that, Mrs. Allen. I just wanted to meet you is all. We've never had the chance to talk."
"I'm sure Luke and I will have the opportunity to visit with you and your wife soon, Dr. Combs."
"Call me Cleve, Mrs. Allen."
"Good night, Dr. Combs. It would be best if you call before visiting again." She closed the door. It was several minutes before she saw his car lights pull out of the driveway. He had known that Luke was in a meeting....