He was on customer duty on the pick-up dock that afternoon with Tim. He jumped up on the raised platform.
Tim came out of the store room. “What the hell is going on?”
Ward shrugged.
“Don’t give me that. First Tyler peels out of here like a bat out of Hell, with Hank right after him, and then you. All three of you taking off like there was some accident or something. Then poof, you’re all back. Ty goes into the office, Hank tells me to ‘fuck off’ and stomps off into the mill when I ask him what happened. And you, you just shrug your shoulders like nothing’s wrong.”
Ward didn’t want to get into it, not any of it. But he knew he needed to say something. So he said, “Tyler’s son and Hank’s boy got into a fight at school.”