Chapter 3
Isabelle hung up the phone and took some deep breaths, relieved to have finally spoken to someone at Cooper’s house. It was also good to know that his grandmother was simply unaware of the behavior chart and the reading log. Perhaps she thought his father was taking care of that, or even his uncle. At any rate, she had hope now that Cooper would start behaving at least a little better and that she would at least have someone else to talk to if he didn’t.
She took a pencil from the cup on her desk and wrote on her desktop calendar, “Paul Bryant, 3:15” on the next Monday. “Please let him actually show up,” she prayed aloud.
A sharp knock on her door startled her, and Isabelle jumped a little bit. She looked up to see a woman dressed in a beige, knee-length pencil skirt and a lig
