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“Yeah, that’s what I said. But she says they need all the teachers they can get.” Henry picked up the folder once more and, once more, opened it to stare at his printed name. Harry Roman reached down for one of the two suitcases that were the last of
his possessions in the room. “What the hell: head down there and milk it for
what it’s worth. Any of your interviews even call you back?” Henry shook his
head. “Then just do it.”
Henry made his way to a pay phone and called the number he was told he could call any time. “Mirage Springs Schools. This is Nancy.” “Nancy, it’s Henry Bac--” “Henry! It’s so good to hear from you! I take it you’re at the airport." “Yeah, at the gate--” “Yes, well, I’m so terribly sorry. I wish we could have told you before you got on the plane.” “What’s that?” “The position has been filled. I’m so sorry.” “But it’s a new school--” “I’m sorry, Henry, but all of the positions have been filled. It’s funny how one day you really need new hires, then the next they’ve all been hired. Again, I’m terribly sorry--” “How do I get home?” Henry’s forehead was touching the cold metal of the phonebox. “Home? Oh yes, New York. Well Henry, sorry again, but return airfare wasn’t part of the agreement.” “What--” “Sorry, Henry. I have someone here in my office right now. Gotta go!”
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