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Jacob tried to recover and pulled up a chair very quickly – other base personnel had kids at this school too, including one of his own airmen, so wobbling, babbling or looking like a stunned mullet was not an option. "So, erm, of course. My mistake. Of course Sammie is taking Advanced Math. Slipped my mind. Not causing to much trouble I hope?"

O'Leary bounced brightly onwards, his eyes sparkling. "Oh no sir, not at all. Samantha shows surprising aptitude for advanced mathematics and I was very happy for her to join my class after seeing last year's work. If you don't mind me saying so, I find it a pleasure to teach your daughter."

Jacob didn't quite know what to make of him, having never seen a teacher's pride in his star pupil before – neither of his kids had ever fit the bill until now.

"Um, no problem!" His mind was moving rapidly, he didn't remember this, so she must have slipped it in with a school trip permission note or something. Hmm.. too smart for her own good that girl. "So, how's she doing?"

As the teacher rattled on about this year's curriculum, Jacob scanned the appointment card for Sammie's teachers. The little minx had dropped Home Crafts and Cooking in one go, substituting them with Advanced Math and Physics – what did she want to study Physics for?

Suddenly a phrase tugged at his ear. "Sorry Mr O'Leary, could you repeat that?"

"Of course Major," the teacher shrugged it off lightly – he was used to be tuned out at these sessions, it was as if the parents didn't really care how their kids were doing. "I was just saying that Samantha is handling her status as the only girl in the class very well. I believe she is also the only girl in Dr Cuthbertson's class also."

"That would be Physics?" Jacob tried to claw back some sense of what was going on. As the Math teacher nodded, he noted that he would see Dr Cuthbertson in 15 minutes. 'Should have spotted that,' he chided himself. 'I knew Mark had dropped Physics as soon as he could get out of it.' What would Kathryn say if she was alive?

"So all in all Sammie is doing well in your class?" He may as well find out if his daughter's secretive advances into male territory were successful or not.

Mr O'Leary smiled, "Most certainly Major! She could be top of the class if she wanted to! But between you and me, I believe that she is biding her time wisely – some of the boys are none to happy to be trounced by a girl as often as is already the case. There is nothing wrong with her homework however, nor her grades – it is merely that she rarely speaks up in class. She could make a fine bookkeeper one day, or even an accountant if she wished."

Jacob grunted assent and quickly picked up the report card to cover his continuing surprise. "Thanks, and see you next semester. Gotta be moving on now, you know how it is."

It might well be the 70s, but Jacob was one dad who wasn't so keen on the idea of his daughter taking advanced Math and Physics just yet, and definitely didn't like the idea of her working in the not-distant-enough future, but if some club-wielding Neanderthal of a teenager was threatening his little girl he might just have to do something about it. It didn't sound like Sammie to keep quiet when she had answer or even a question, and that was God's honest truth. She took after Kathryn in that sense, bless his beloved dead wife's soul. But there'd be time to ponder more later – it was time for the next appointment.

Shaking hands with Mr O'Leary, he crossed the hall to sit first with Miss Ellesmore (English Literature for both kids – the usual rundown), Mrs De Cuervo (Spanish – same again, with a warning against Mark's occasional use of 'rude words'.. the boy must be hanging around with Sgt Chavez's kids again) and finally to Dr Cuthbertson, who was still with another set of parents when he sat down to wait, but whose eyes glared directly towards the Major.

'No need to ask how he feels about girls taking Physics then,' Jacob decided, suddenly feeling a little defensive. Sure, it might not be normal, but who had the right to tell Sammie what she could and could not study? If she was a bright student who listened and didn't make any trouble, what was this guy's complaint? 'Maybe she'll outshine him one day, ha!'