“What’s the matter with Michael and school?” she wondered.

The call bothered her until her secretary returned and she noticed she had not completed the paperwork on the house.

“Sarah, could you finish the contract on this.

It needs to be ready first thing in the morning.

I’ve got a meeting and will be gone for the rest of the afternoon.

Thank You.

See you in the morning.”

The fifteen-minute drive to the school did nothing to relieve the mind of the troubled parent.

Since her husband died, three years earlier, she had taken over the running of their real estate office.

That left less time for her son than she liked.

What’s more, she didn’t like him being a latch-key child,

However, the business provided a better living than she could make as an agent working for someone else.

When she arrived at the school, she went right to the office.