"Hey, look," she said as we turned the final corner.
There was a Jinx motorcycle at the curb in front of the school entrance. Black and gleaming, with a crimson "J" on the side, it was sleek looking, even dripping with rain water.
"Are there any Jinx children in the school?" I asked.
Ron shrugged. "I don't know."
"I thought they usually taught their own kids."
Ron shrugged again as the school doors opened and Christy came out. She wore a black baseball cap, but her red hair was stringy and wet.
"Hi," I said. "I'm surprised–"
"See you tonight, Dad," Ron said as she went into the building. This was so obvious a snub of Christy (and not the first one, I realized) that it created an awkward moment, but Christy was too polite to mention it.
"I'm surprised to see you here," I said. We stood on the top step of the three steps leading to the school entrance. By standing at the top, we were under a small overhang and somewhat sheltered from the rain.
Christy smiled. "Usually we teach our own children, but my son wanted to try the school here. I think he's trying to be more independent from me. Which is good, I suppose."
I smiled. "We had a bit of a struggle to get Ron to go to school at all, so be glad that he's even interested in being educated."
She nodded, then she made a face. "I think she doesn't like me, though I have no idea why."
"I'm sure that's not it," I said. I thought of trying to claim that Ron was shy with strangers, but nobody would have believed that.