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with me?”
    Brian nodded. “Yes.”
    “Did he say why?”
    “Yes. I can’t tell you why, though.” He grabbed up his bag and headed for the door, then stopped. “I’d tell you, but I promised I wouldn’t say.”
    “I understand. You need to do what your father tells you.”
    He smiled his relief and then went out the door.
    As he left, she hoped she wasn’t losing him. The boy had potential, but he needed to interact with her for her to stand a chance of exciting him about learning. Even if his father had the best of intentions, his paranoia, his concern that she was controlling Brian, that school was poisoning his mind, made it impossible for him to succeed in the world. She wondered what she could do to work around that seemingly insurmountable barrier. There had to be some way.
    * * *
    With her clever plan in shambles, Melanie continued to worry about Brian, about keeping him connected with the class. If he stayed clammed up and not participating, it was only a matter of time before his school work suffered, not to mention that he was approaching his teen years, when social pressures could be immense. He needed to learn to interact with the others.
    Finally she went to Donna and told her about the situation.
    Donna listened primly, her hands folded on the desk. “I understand your concerns,” she said. “But as long as Brian appears to be well treated and does his school work, all we can do is appeal to his father’s better nature. There aren’t any grounds for an intervention of any sort.”
    “I don’t see any sign that he is mistreated, but he’s unhappy. I felt he was starting to blossom. Now he sits through class quietly, stands alone during breaks, and at the end of the day, he gathers up his things and disappears from the schoolyard the moment the bell rings.”
    “He walks home, correct?”
    “Yes.”
    “Does he seem frightened to go home?”
    “No. The biggest problem is that he won’t look at me, and won’t say a word except when I address him in class. He’s stopped raising his hand or volunteering any ideas or thoughts. He was doing so well, and this is a giant step backwards.”
    “I could order him to have counseling,” Donna said, “but from what you say, he doesn’t have a problem at all.”
    “No, his father does.”
    “His father is the problem, and there’s not much we can, or even should do about that—as teachers. Right now Brian is not disrupting class, he’s not a disciplinary problem… as far as both you and Mr. Affir are concerned, he’s just unresponsive and sad.”
    “So Mr. Affir talked to you about him, too?”
    She nodded. “I think he misunderstands the challenging questions Brian was asking.”
    “But he sent him to stand in the hall for asking them.”
    Donna smiled. “People are inconsistent and contrary, Melanie. I think he might have seen Brian as uppity, and only now misses what he brought to the class. He said that now, when he asks Brian anything remotely political, he says his father forbids him to talk politics at school, and there isn’t a thing we can do about that.”
    There wasn’t. Melanie knew and hated the fact that that there was no way to force Brian to talk openly with her. Worse, she saw clearly that trying would only chase him deeper into his rabbit hole. Despite his own concerns about his father’s ideas and attitudes, it was clear that he loved his father. That love commanded some loyalty. Trying to make him go against his father’s wishes would be unfair, and probably wouldn’t work anyway. Most likely all it would do is put additional stress on the boy, whether he wanted to talk or not. And the situation called for less stress, not more.
    After talking to Donna, Melanie kept coming back to one thought. ‘His father is the problem.’ If she wanted to talk to Brian, she had to remove the only serious obstacle and that was Mr. Innes’s reluctance to the idea. She went to her desk and wrote a note.
    “Dear Mr.

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