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Hillary if you like,” I said.
     
    “Hillary?” E.J. smiled.
     
    Of course, he didn’t remember my name. Why would he? I was just another girl in school. There were a thousand of us in school, so why would he have remembered my name?
     
    “Yes, that’s my name. I know it’s so common, you couldn’t possibly remember it, but yes, that’s my name,” I snapped at him, annoyed I had to explain it to him.
     
    He smiled again. “I remember your last name. Well, your maiden name. It’s Defensive, isn’t it?”
     
    Oh, he had jokes! Somehow on top of becoming a major celebrity football player, he also managed to become a comedian too. Excuse me; I didn’t realize I was standing next to a triple threat.
     
    “Like I said, give me a call later and we’ll talk about things.” E.J. winked at me.
     
    I looked at Principal Cantor, afraid he’d be fuming, but I was surprised to find he just seemed perplexed, not angry. “Yes, make sure you make the phone call, Mrs. Jackson,” he said, pretending like it was a great idea.
     
    “I guess,” I answered noncommittally. “I guess, I will.”
     

Chapter Four – Razor
     
     
     
     
    I   didn’t recognize the number, but I figured if they were calling my private female only line, then, it was worth answering.
     
    “Who’s your daddy?” I answered, chuckling at my cheesy greeting.
     
    “Seriously? That’s how you say hello?”
     
    I sat up straighter, unsure of who I was speaking to. “Why do what everyone else is doing? Different is fun. How are you doing tonight, sweetie?” I figured the answer she gave me would give me a clue as to who she was. I ran my mind through my mental Rolodex as I listened for the woman to respond.
     
    “You have no idea who this is, do you? What if I was a casting director calling with a job offer or some advertising executive trying to vet you for a sponsorship?” the woman asked.
     
    Now, I knew who it was, but it didn’t stop me from saying what came naturally to me. “You wouldn’t be calling me on this line if you were. Business calls go to my other line. The fun stuff goes to this phone.”
     
    “Fun stuff? So, your son’s teacher is someone you consider fun? Wow, I feel special now. You asked me to call your fun line? I’m so flattered,” Hillary said, sounding annoyed with me already.
     
    It was time to smooth things out. I didn’t ask her to call me because I needed a new woman to argue with. I had a legitimate reason for wanting to speak with her. All I had to do was figure out a way to convince her, I was being sincere, even though I knew I wasn’t.
     
    “Well, since I have you on the phone, I do have some questions for you. They’ll help me figure out how to reach Edge,” she explained, but based on her tone, I got the feeling, the questions had a lot more to do with wanting to get to know me better and not because it could actually do anything to prevent my little guy from picking on her or the other kids in her classroom.
     
    “Ask away,” I said, prepared to give her the rote answer I’d given dozens of other people over the years.
     
    Hillary dove right into the first hard-hitting questions. “Does your son have a relationship with his mother? Are they close?”
     
    Oh, she wanted to go there. I knew she was more interested than she was letting on. “Nope. Their relationship ended the day she walked out the door. To tell you the truth, I’m not even sure she walked out. I think her drunk ass crawled out of here on her hands and knees like the piece of--”
     
    “Whoa! Stop right there. You’re giving me way more information than I asked for. A word of advice, you might not want to speak badly of his mother. It’s bad form. Isn’t that what you were saying to me earlier today? He can end up being hurt by your words,” Hillary warned me. It’s not something I hadn’t heard before, but the fact of the matter was, I was mad as hell and I had to vent to someone. It might as well