When I rushed into the office, Oliver was sitting across the room, clutching his backpack.
Then I saw Diane beside the principal.
“Diane, what are you doing here?”
She wouldn’t look at me.
That scared me.
Diane never avoided confrontation.
Usually, she enjoyed explaining why everyone else was wrong.
The principal stood.
“Wendy, please come inside.”
I went to Oliver first.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
He nodded, but his eyes kept moving toward his grandmother.
“Stay right here for a minute.”
The principal closed his office door after Diane and me.
“Your mother-in-law attempted to sign Oliver out.”
“I specifically told her she couldn’t.”
“I know.”
Something about his tone made me stop.
Three weeks earlier, when Oliver started second grade, I’d filled out his pickup authorization myself.
Only two names were on the list.
Jason and Wendy.
My husband had laughed.
“You’re seriously not putting Mom down?”
“No.”
“Wendy.”
