I was erasing the chalk board when a man in a brown trench coat walked in. I pegged him as a police officer right off the bat. Come on! A trench coat? He looked so out of place, but from his expression, I didn't doubt that he was good at his job.
"Can I help you?" I asked, my eyes bearly glancing in his direction.
"Are you Mr. Pasteur?"
"What is your first name?"
"It's not Louis ... if that is what you are thinking." That joke had been told too many times for me to count. Seceretly, though, I kind of liked it. It made me feel good that some people actually know the name. I am a science teacher, after all.
"It's Pierre." After the police officer cracked a small grin, I added, "Yes, I know ... that is just as French as Louis."
"I'll get straight to the point. Did you know Chace Wilt?"
"Yeah, he was one of my students last year. Smart kid."
"Anything different about him from the other kids?"
"He did really well whenever the lesson was on chemistry. He memorized those formulas faster than anyone."