Tricia knew parent-teacher nights were important, but really? For kindergarten? How bad could her daughter be to fail milk and cookies? Tricia shifted in her seat next to her husband, Drew. He didn’t seem as annoyed as she to be there, not seeing it for the waste of time it truly was. Not her Drew. Oh no, he wanted to be there. He saw it as his parental duty to be as active as possible in his daughter’s life, even though it was just kindergarten. Kindergarten! Tricia sighed. What? Did little Lacy not stay within the lines while coloring? And to make matters worse, the teacher—a Mr. Landon Turner—was late. How could he demand a meeting and then be late for it? Of all the inconsiderate, rude, obnoxious… He wasn’t a doctor, waiting on several patients at once. If this was some sort of power
