“Mr. Connelly is good at his job, and that’s what’s best for the school,” the other woman responded. I was sure it was Mrs. Janowski, the principal, and now that they were talking shop, no way could I let on that I was in here. “Even if he’s the Peeping Tom?” My mouth grew dry. Mr. Connelly? “He’s not the Peeping Tom, Carol,” Mrs. Janowski said. “I’d bet my career on it.” “That’s exactly what you’re doing,” Mrs. Puglisi responded.
