Like Father, Like Son
"Mr. Fraser, I'm your daughter's teacher, Philippa Browne. I'm calling because—"
"My ex-wife deals with school matters, Miss Browne." The man had a deep voice—impatience dragged over gravel. "I'm in a meeting."
Pip doodled a frowny face on the blotter on her desk with a blue pen. "Nadia and her fiancé are out of town for a couple of days." She wondered fleetingly why his daughter was staying with a friend and not with him. "And this isn't a social call. Kaitlin's just been involved in a fight with another student and we need you to come pick her up."
"Is she hurt?" Now Joe Fraser sounded like a concerned dad.
"No, though unfortunately the other girl will have a black eye."
"Good."
Startled, Pip dropped the pen. Then she realized the man was laboring under a very natural misapprehension. "Perhaps I should clarify… Kaitlin started the fight."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. "We are talking about Kaitlin Josephine Fraser, aren't we?"
"This is a shock to us, as well, Mr. Fraser. This makes three misdemeanors in the space of a fo ... read full excerpt from: Like Father, Like Son ebook
