hadn’t even been cracked. None of the multitude of cars and trucks in the parking lot seemed damaged. And if the people in the parking lot seemed like a bunch of squawking chickens, none of them seemed to have been hurt.
The men in the parking lot were mostly coal miners from his local, who had come in from all over the area for his sister’s wedding. Partly, that was because the United Mine Workers of America never missed a chance to flaunt their solidarity. The UMWA sticks together. Mike thought that almost every single member of his local had shown up for the wedding, with their families in tow.
The sight of the startled men in the parking lot almost caused Mike to laugh, despite the sudden shock of that incredible—sheet lightning? What the hell did happen? The men were clustered at the back of several pickups, making precious little attempt to hide the fact that they were sneaking a drink in clear and flagrant violation of the high school’s firm policy against alcoholic beverages anywhere on the premises.
A motion in the corner of his eye caught Mike’s attention.
Ed Piazza was scurrying toward him, frowning like Jupiter. For a half second, Mike thought the high-school principal was about to lecture him on the unseemly behavior of the coal miners in the parking lot. He choked down another laugh.
No, he’s just wondering what happened too. Waiting for Ed to reach him, Mike felt a moment’s warmth for the man. Wish he’d been the principal when I was in school. Might not have gotten into so much trouble. Good-humored, Ed is.
“I know they’re gonna drink in the parking lot, Mike,” Piazza had told him the day before. Snort. “Bunch of coal miners at a wedding reception? But puh-leese keep ’em from waving the bottles under my nose. I’d feel downright stupid, all five and a half feet of me, marching out there to whack ’em with a ruler.”
Ed was at his side now. “What happened?” The principal glanced at the ceiling. “The lights are out too.”
Mike hadn’t noticed until Ed mentioned it. It was still broad daylight, and the plate-glass windows lining the entire side of the cafeteria made the room’s fluorescent lighting almost redundant.
“I don’t know, Ed.” Mike set his cup of punch—unspiked; he hadn’t felt he could break
The men in the parking lot were mostly coal miners from his local, who had come in from all over the area for his sister’s wedding. Partly, that was because the United Mine Workers of America never missed a chance to flaunt their solidarity. The UMWA sticks together. Mike thought that almost every single member of his local had shown up for the wedding, with their families in tow.
The sight of the startled men in the parking lot almost caused Mike to laugh, despite the sudden shock of that incredible—sheet lightning? What the hell did happen? The men were clustered at the back of several pickups, making precious little attempt to hide the fact that they were sneaking a drink in clear and flagrant violation of the high school’s firm policy against alcoholic beverages anywhere on the premises.
A motion in the corner of his eye caught Mike’s attention.
Ed Piazza was scurrying toward him, frowning like Jupiter. For a half second, Mike thought the high-school principal was about to lecture him on the unseemly behavior of the coal miners in the parking lot. He choked down another laugh.
No, he’s just wondering what happened too. Waiting for Ed to reach him, Mike felt a moment’s warmth for the man. Wish he’d been the principal when I was in school. Might not have gotten into so much trouble. Good-humored, Ed is.
“I know they’re gonna drink in the parking lot, Mike,” Piazza had told him the day before. Snort. “Bunch of coal miners at a wedding reception? But puh-leese keep ’em from waving the bottles under my nose. I’d feel downright stupid, all five and a half feet of me, marching out there to whack ’em with a ruler.”
Ed was at his side now. “What happened?” The principal glanced at the ceiling. “The lights are out too.”
Mike hadn’t noticed until Ed mentioned it. It was still broad daylight, and the plate-glass windows lining the entire side of the cafeteria made the room’s fluorescent lighting almost redundant.
“I don’t know, Ed.” Mike set his cup of punch—unspiked; he hadn’t felt he could break