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twins and was projected to be away from school for
the remaining two months? “That’s right. Sorry, work has been a little crazy.”
    “No explanations needed. I would
just like to touch bases, can you make it?” he asked.
    “What time? I don’t get off work
until four,” I informed him.
    “That’s fine. The Spring Musical is
tonight so the front doors will be open.”
    “I’ll see you around four thirty.”
    “See you then,” he confirmed in that
oh so sexy voice.
    “ ¿Qué pasa? Is Jason okay?” Marisa
asked, concern etched into her features.
    Slipping my cell back into my
pocket, I said, “He’s fine… I guess. There’s a new teacher and he said he
wanted to just touch bases.”
    “Like a parent teacher conference?” Marisa
tilted her head to the side.
    “I hope so. Jason has been through
so much already, I just hope he’s not starting to act out in school or
something. I can’t afford to send him to a therapist.” I was doing well in the
last six months since I pulled myself out of debt and got this job as the
executive secretary for the college president. I was building a nice cushion
for a house in a year or two. If my son needed help I would tighten my belt and
pay the high co-pay for him to receive specialty services, but it would be nice
if I didn’t have to.
    “I understand. Look, call me later
and let me know.” Marisa reached out and laid her hand on top of mine. “I’m
sure he’s fine. He’s a strong little guy.”
    I gave Marisa a smile, thanking her
for her words. “Well, let me get to work, since I’m going to have to be gone as
soon as the clock strikes four.” Waving, I left.
    ~YH~
    By the end of the day, I was so
ready to fill my belly with something good and sink chin deep in a bath.
Thankfully, I could do just that since my brother Aaren and his fiancé, Kalan,
were taking Jason to a Charlotte Knights game. It was the season opener. Aaren
and Kalan were keeping him until Sunday afternoon.
    Now all I had to do was get through
this meeting with my son’s teacher and I’d be good.
    Twenty minutes later, I pulled into a
back parking space at the elementary parochial school I’d enrolled my son in
when we moved from upstate Maryland to Charlotte. The musical must be very
popular since most of the spaces were filled. I felt like a bad member of the
PTA not having supported the school and brought Jason out. Getting out of my
car, I grabbed my purse from the passenger side and headed into the school.
    “Hello. Welcome to Spring Musical
night.” Lonnet Douglas, a woman with short, blood red curls and brown eyes, the
president of the PTA, greeted me at the door.
    I bit the side of my lip and winced,
then said, “I’m actually not here for the event, I have a conference with Mr.
Cale.”
    “Ah, you’re going to miss quite a
show. All the donations tonight will go for new designs for the school t-shirt
and a repainting of the angel mural on the school rock.” Her mouth pinched in
at the corners, but somehow Lonnet still managed to keep the cheer in her voice
like some Stepford Wife robot. “Any who, Mr. Cale is down at the end past the
first grade hall; his is the last room on the right.”
    “Thanks.” I rushed away as other
parents and kids filed in behind me. I heard Lonnet’s excitement as one family
after another came for the show. Shaking my head, I thought about how much
parents paid for enrollment at the private school. They shouldn’t need any
donations. Being new to Charlotte, I had placed Jason here because the school
had the top rating in academics and they ran a fantastic after school tutorial
program to ensure all the kids excelled.
    With all the changes my son had in
his young life, at times school had been a challenge for him and he’d started
falling behind.
    My heels went from clicking to muted
as I moved onto the hall of classes. Unlike when I had gone to elementary
school, QCA didn’t have any colorful, artistic creations taped and clipped up
on