Miss Gonzales picked up a cup of coffee and offered it to Dhyanna, acting as normal as possible. When Dhyanna didn't accept the coffee, she shrugged and placed it on the table near the small sofa in the sunny nook of her office. She ducked into the private area off the office and returned with a small basket. She set it on the table, picked up her own cup of coffee, and sat down on a chair near the sofa.
Reluctantly, Dhyanna sat down across from Miss Gonzales, who was carefully inspecting the contents of the basket. To Dhyanna's surprise, Miss Gonzlaes removed a small plastic bottle. She unscrewed the lid, poured half into her coffee, then offered the bottle to Dhyanna.
"What is it?"
Miss Gonzales smiled. "Kahlua. I have a bottle of Bailey's, though, if you'd prefer that."
"Are you trying to get me drunk so I'll forget about this?" Dyhanna demanded indignatnly.
"Oh, good heavens, no. I want you to tell me everything." Settling back in her chair, curling up her legs under her, Miss Gonzales said, "I've always wondered about the headmaster."
Dhyanna looked at Miss Gonzales warily, but looked in the basket, selecting a different bottle. Carefully, she poured some of the contents in her coffee and stired it, pensively. Finally, she looked at Miss Gonzales. "What do you know about him?"
"The headmaster?" At Dhyanna's nod, Miss Gonzales continued. "Not much, really. He hired me when few others would consider doing so. I was grateful. I know he's got a rather extensive security system set up here, but that's about it." Her eyes narrowed. "Why?"
"You say you're deputy headmistress?"
Miss Gonzales set her coffee cup down on the table and nodded. "It's a token title. Means very little, really, other than he could claim points with the diversity bunch. He's never let me have a hand in anything."
Dhyanna was about to say something when there was a loud banging noise and a frustrated "Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrr!" from the hall. Miss Gonzles smiled, uncurled herself, and yelled, "I'll be right there, Ted!"
She opened the door and Ted stormed in, carrying a tray laden with sandwiches, which he dropped on the table in front of Dhyanna. With a smile on his face, he turned to Miss Gonzales and asked, "So, what other dirty laundry from my childhood has she been sharing with you?"