Looking At The Window
When he looked out the back window of the bus, he saw his little girl walk off into the distance. On the way back to his house on the bus, he couldn’t get the image of the children having fun on the playground out of his head. He went over the images in his head, searching for any strange or out-of-the-ordinary behavior, but he couldn’t find any. What exactly did this entail?
Looking At The Window
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Emailing the teacher
John spent the remainder of the day thinking about the playground. He’d never seen a female who resembled Caroline’s twin, so did she just make it up? He just wasn’t sure, so he emailed Caroline’s teacher. In the email, he inquired whether his daughter had a classmate called Clara who resembled her.
Emailing the teacher
