Flashback: Age 9
William Finger had been teaching fourth grade for nearly ten years now, but he had never had a student quite like the cause for the parent-teacher conference he was hosting tonight. That one little nine year old girl in pigtails and ping dresses could be the cause of so-much stress...
He closed his eyes briefly and there was a knock on the door. He got up and opened it, welcoming the two people outside in. He was careful to hide the surprise he felt. One of the two, who he assumed was Catherine's mother, wearing a sweater that was probably a little too tight and a skirt that was definitely too short, showing off a pair of very shapely legs. Behind her was an older man--Catherine's grandfather, perhaps? He looked old enough to be the woman's father and he recalled reading in Catherine's file that her parents were not married--who looked like at least forty miles of bad road.
"Ms..." He quickly remembered the name from the file, "Blake? Please, come in." He turned his attention to the man. "Mr...?" he began, offering his hand.
The man took his hand and shook it, with a grip that left his hand throbbing after he let go. "Grant."
Grant? As in Catherine's last name... "And you must be Catherine's..."
"I'm her father," he said, with the weary air of someone used to explaining this often.
Mr. Finger somehow managed to accept this in stride, and wondered what exactly Mr. Grant's secret was and where he could learn or obtain it.. "Please, have a seat."
They did, and Ms. Blake--stop staring at her legs William-- fixed her attention on him. "So, what's up teach?"
"Well, Mr. Grant, Ms. Blake, I'm afraid Catherine has been fighting..."
He didn't get to finish his sentence. As one, Mr. Grant and Ms. Blake both asked, "Did she win?"
The conference went downhill from there.
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