“Harper kicked a boy,” the dry tone now familiar from the phone call said as a matronly looking middle-aged woman marched into the room through a door in the back. “In the knee.”
Del unconsciously unclenched. At least it hadn’t been the balls. Then again she knew better than that.
“We’re a zero tolerance for violence school, Mr. Abbot,” Miss Lewis continued as she sat heavily behind her desk.
“All right. Well, what did the boy do to deserve the kick?” he asked, looking from Miss Lewis to Emily—who was doing a weird expression—and back.
“What did the—Mr. Abbot, violence is neverthe answer!” Miss Lewis looked aghast.
“He called Harper a racial slur, and then he said that her brother was a sexuality-related slur as were you, Mr. Abbot,” Emily said in a tone that must’ve been her official work voice.
“Oh, I see.” Del nodded slowly. “So where’s this boy and his parents?”
Emily’s lips twitched.
Miss Lewis looked confused as hell. “Why would—”