Chapter 23

Amanda

Is it true that for every good moment there’s an equally as harsh one? I’m not sure, but as I sit across the desk from the principal at Jase’s school, I feel that I may be paying my dues for the lovely weekend Malcolm and I shared only a short week and a half ago.

Sitting here is worse than any time I was ever called to the principal’s office as a student. Though I did attend the same school, the principal has changed. As I sit and take in the cases of books and the windows that look out to the playground, I can’t help but think that not much else is different. It’s like a time machine where only the colors of paint and carpet change along with the players, yet so much stays the same. If I could, I’d willingly go back in time to be sitting here for my own transgressions, instead of hearing about my son’s difficulties.