5 Chapter 5

They were meeting at two-thirty and could hopefully figure something out. There were several types of parents, he knew. Type one, thankfully the majority, accepted constructive criticism and cooperated. There were also the Type twos, those, “No way. My Johnny would never throw paint at Sally,” parents, who’d blame the other student, the teacher, or the entire educational system as a whole. Lastly, there were Type threes, the ones who simply wouldn’t show.

Passing time until Lee Riser, Addison’s mother or father, Stone presumed, was scheduled to arrive, Stone took another look at the Post-Its around the door frame. One was missing. “Damn it.”

“What’s that?” a voice asked.

“Nothing. Sorry.”

“I’m Addison Riser’s father.”

“Stone Larrabee.” His jaw nearly hit the classroom’s black and red checkerboard tile at the sight when he turned.