Handprints

Assistant County Prosecutor Jack Granger parked
his dark blue sedan in the visitors lot at Mountain
View Elementary School， muttering， \"Why
me and
why today? Rubbing the knotted muscles at the back
of his neck， he racked his brain for any excuse to
leave without seeing his daughter Kitty s teacher. Un-
fortunately none existed.
It didn t matter that it was 6:10 on a Thursday af-
ternoon， or that he d had a brutal day at work， or that
he had a briefcase stuffed with case files he needed
to read before morning. Kitty was his res o
When Ms. Walsh re，~u ~ P nsibility.
ligated to be there. \"t ~nteu a comerence， he felt ob-
Again. And again. And again.
Any normal teacher would have given up on him
and gone home by now， but Ms. Walsh was hardly
normal.