The principal was a white man in his fifties, wearing presbyopic glasses, with gray-white hair and a serious expression that suggested he was not an easy person to talk with.
He received Dean and his colleague with cold indifference.
Dean cut straight to the chase, "Mr. Principal, may I ask if you have any impression of Teague as a student?"
The principal nodded, "A profound one!"
Oh?
Dean's eyebrows raised slightly. "Could you elaborate?"
The principal was not as uncooperative as the sheriff had said.
