By Tim Waggoner "On the q.t. - was I staring at you when the incident occurred?" Brent looked at the old woman for a moment, trying to decide if he'd heard her right. He chose to play it safe and shook his head. She smiled, relieved. "Good." They stood on the sidewalk in front of Haven Falls Elementary. Cars zipped by only a few feet from where they stood, drivers ignoring the SLOW: SCHOOL ZONE signs. For the thousandth time, Brent wondered what genius had decided to build a school on one of the busiest streets in town. "Each day, she seems to be a bit better, I think." "Daddy!" "I sure did!"