The next day, Mr. Munch met Canton outside his last class, Mr. Davanzo’s social studies class.
“How you feeling?”
“I’m okay.”
“Still got the jitters?”
Canton nodded, just slightly, trying to hide his embarrassment.
“Wanna take a walk with me? I wanna give you something.”
Canton and Mr. Munch walked the halls of the school, pushing dust and coins and candy wrappers with his broom.
“When my daughter, Winnie, went off to college, my wife got so nervous. She’d call Winnie multiple times a day. And whenever Winnie wouldn’t answer, Zena would just . . . lose it,” Mr. Munch started.