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Uhm... hello miss Martin, I was wondering if it was at all possible to have a word with you after school. I would like to get your opinion on some of the drawings Jamie brought home recently. Well uhm...that's all I guess, please give me a ring back when you have the time. Bye bye. She quickly put down the telephone. I can't believe I just did that! Ring the teacher because I'm worried about my son drawing an extra person, I must be going mad. She picked up the drawing, something which she had done at least a dozen times the last few minutes. There is nothing wrong with this, it's probably just someone who works at his school, or perhaps one of his friend's mother. Yes, that must be it. So it'd be silly to wanna discuss this with his teacher, it means absolutely nothing. She picked up the phone to rectify the message she just left, but something kept her from actually dialling the number. God I wish Paul was here, he'd know what to do. With a sigh she stared at the other side of the bed, at the smooth, fresh sheets no one had slept on since their anniversary two weeks ago...