Different Ways of Thinking
She said no. Was it not the headmistress who had the final say? Clearly not, if he had anything to do with it.
Rachel told him this was the last time, signing the document with a flourish. A name that she never grew tired of seeing. Looking up, he was less pleased.
That familiar scowl, those eyes that avoided hers to refrain her from seeing the tantrum bubbling beneath the surface. He scoffed, the only response he was able to give.
She smiled up at him. Bat the eyelids, continue smiling, and perhaps he will forget his anger. Leave her alone. But he wasn't fooled. It couldn't have been clearer to her that Mr Lawson resented her presence at the school.
"It will be good for them," he insisted. "Trips like this have been really successful. It will straighten them out."
Sighing, she tried to be diplomatic. "No doubt you mean well, Eddie. But I won't allow it. You're lucky Jack signed for this because I never would have."
With that, he stormed out of the office, taking the signed document with him. She listened to his residing footsteps. Leaning back in her chair, she wondered if they would ever be friends. Even acquaintances. He did not want to be acquainted with her, that much was clear.
Rachel wished she knew how to please him.