He was just like someone from the movies. He sat off to the side, bathed in a striped beam of sunlight from the window blinds. There was someone else there as well-a man with salt-and-pepper hair and a marvelous gray suit. Phillips, the principal, was sitting at his massive desk. It was usually to find something or just to see if it could be done. Dottie had been in every corner of this school, had worked out every lock and peered in all the cupboards and closets and nooks. She had broken into the library to look for a book, but she was pretty sure no one knew about that. This time, Dottie wasn’t sure what she had done. Not out of arrogance, but because it was true. “You can’t go around acting like you’re smarter than everyone else.” Dottie would get called down for more complicated matters: designing her own chemistry experiments, questioning her teacher’s understanding of non-euclidian geometry, or reading books in class because there was nothing new to be learned, so the time might as well be spent doing something useful. Photographic image of letter received at the Ellingham residence on April 8, 1936.įATE CAME FOR DOTTIE EPSTEIN A YEAR EARLIER, IN THE FORM OF A call to the principal’s office.ĭolores Epstein wasn’t sent for any of the normal reasons-fighting, cheating, failing, absence. Chapter 17 Federal Bureau of InvestigationĬhapter 20 Federal Bureau of InvestigationĬhapter 21 Federal Bureau of InvestigationĬhapter 23 Federal Bureau of Investigation
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