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I said nothing.
“The bus that serves her area had been consistently late. The mother kept saying it wasn’t her daughter’s fault, that the school needed to understand it was the bus, that her daughter was worried she’d get in trouble.”
She stopped.
“And I found myself thinking,” she said, “‘Well, deal with it then. Follow up with the bus company. Provide the evidence. Get the records checked.’”
She looked at the envelope in my hand.
“And then I thought about your boys.”
I looked at the letter. The school had removed all six late marks from the girl’s record after verifying the bus company’s logs.
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“They took them off?” I said.
“Completely,” Denise said. “Once you have the evidence, it’s straightforward.”
I thought about Ben asking if he still had a late mark. Oliver clapping because we were early.
“I should have listened the first time,” Denise said.
