Inside the jacket
I’d just wrapped up a cross-continental meeting when my phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number.
"Are you Dennis Miller's mother? Please come to the school. Your son led a bullying incident today, and the other parent is demanding compensation!"
The voice on the line was sharp, accusatory.
I instinctively straightened my posture.
"Excuse me, I think you have the wrong number. My son attends middle school in Canada; he's not in school here."
There was a moment of silence, then the voice grew colder.
