The silence after the engine stopped was enormous.
She picked up the radio and called dispatch.
Carter’s face changed.
“You’re seriously reporting this?”
The driver looked at him in the mirror. “Yes.”
He sank back into the seat.
Ben wanted to feel victorious. Instead, he felt tired.
June crouched beside him again. “Do you want to go home?”
He looked at the hearing aid in his hand.
“I want Mom.”
June nodded.
The driver arranged for another bus to finish the route while she waited with Ben, June, Carter, Ellis, and the two boys who had been sitting with Carter. Dispatch contacted the school transportation office, which contacted the middle school principal.
No one was allowed to leave until a parent or guardian arrived.
That rule made Carter angry.
It made Ben feel safe.
Ellis sat two rows away from him with both hands between his knees.
After several minutes he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Ben heard the shape of the words more than the sound.
He turned his right ear toward Ellis.
“What?”
Ellis swallowed. “I said I’m sorry.”
Ben did not answer.
Ellis looked down. “He said it would just be a joke. Then when you started looking, he said if I gave it back, he’d tell Coach I stole money from the tournament bag.”
Carter stood halfway out of his seat. “That is a lie.”
The driver pointed at him. “Sit.”
Carter sat.
June asked Ellis what he meant.
His father coached the basketball team. Carter played on it. At the tournament the previous weekend, Ellis had been carrying the team envelope while his father unloaded equipment. Carter had joked about taking cash from it. Nothing had gone missing, but Ellis understood the threat immediately. If Carter accused him, his father would have to investigate his own son in front of the team.
“So he knew you’d be scared to say no,” June said.
Ellis nodded.
