Gemotions

The PTA meeting was a bore. But when Mrs. Gable, the teacher, announced her name, a little ripple of satisfaction went through Harold. He leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips. He remembered Mrs. Gable. She was a pushover then, a fresh-faced graduate who hadn't learned the ropes. He recalled a certain science project…

Harold adjusted his tie, the knot feeling a little looser than usual. He caught the eye of another parent and gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. He knew exactly how to handle this. He knew the weaknesses, the triggers. His son, little Timmy, wouldn't have a problem in this class. Not with Dad around.