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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Oh, Sam! Whatever Next?

About a week ago on Wednesday, Sam was late home from school. On Wednesday the school day ends an hour early, at 2.10 p.m. Not always convenient, but he should be home by 3.00. At 4.15 The Man said to me, "Isn't Sam a bit late?" I had been so absorbed catching up with my blog reading I hadn't noticed. And to be honest, I had forgotten it was Wednesday.  Also it is now lighter so much later that I often lose complete track of the time.

As he often drops by a friend's house on the way home, I assumed that he had done this and forgotten to call. So about 15  minutes later I called the friend, but Sam was not there. I was a bit worried, but didn't want to panic. About five minutes later I got my coat on and was about to see if I could find him, when much to my relief the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to find a rather serious, slightly disheveled Sam, with a very dirty school blazer. "What happened? I was just about to go looking for you...?"

"I got into a fight," and then, "Did the school call?"

"No," I replied, slightly taken aback. "Did you get in a fight with one of your friends?" I asked.

"Nooo...", he rather hesitated. "Just a boy."

When I asked him "Who", Sam claimed he did not know.

Getting more information out of him was getting more and more difficult. Finally, exasperated, I said, "OK, Sam I am going to call the school," and I turned around to get the number from my desk.

Then he said, "Grandma, I didn't get into a fight."

I sat down again and told him that he had better tell me what happened.

I can still see him sitting on the couch, his face pale with fear and with something else... Sam was extremely uncomfortable. "I don't know how to tell you," he almost whispered and it looked as if his eyes were tearing up. In fact, they were. And the more I urged him to tell me what was wrong, the more upset and tearful he became.

Fortunately, as his distress grew, I became very calm -- but I couldn't imagine what had happened that would have upset  him so very much.

"Did you cheat on a test?" I guessed...

"No."

"We you doing something you shouldn't in the boys lavatory?" Thinking of certain urinary competitions boys are rumoured to sometimes have...

"No."

"Were you caught having sex with one of the girls?"

"NO! How could you think I would do anything like that, Grandma!" Well, at least he hadn't lost his sense of indignation, went through my mind...

"Sam," I explained, "You are going to have to tell me what happened, because if you don't I am going to have to call the school."

"It's a long story," he said, tears welling up again.

"Well, begin at the beginning..." I prompted him.

And so the explanation of his predicament began...

(To be continued...)

30 comments:

  1. Just to relieve the tension, I'm guessing a Sir Walter Raleigh gesture with his jacket.

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  2. I can't guess what is coming ( I don't know how old he is) but it so reminded me of similar incident with my son when he was about 13years old. The confession came first in that case. Oo-er. We laughed then ( big mistake) and laugh now, but it was a sobering lesson for all of us. I'm rather assuming ( hoping) Sam's situation was not too serious otherwise you would not be taking it all so lightly. Waiting with bated breath for the outcome...

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    1. You got the age absolutely right! I wouldn't be surprised if it was a similar incident!

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  3. What a cliffhanger. I'll be eagerly anticipating the rest.

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  4. Me too. Poor Sam, what on earth happened?

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  5. More! More! Do tell what happened to poor Sam.

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    1. Just desserts! That's what happened to Sam!

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  6. Oh that is just mean to cut us off like that! Ah well, I will stay tuned to hear of Sam's assumed debacle.

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  7. With a cliff-hanger like that you should take up script-writing!

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  8. You have me on the edge of my cat-scratched desk chair.
    I'll have to cancel my day and check your blog hourly.

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    1. I'll be back soon...and bring the cat!

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  9. Broad, how can you do this to us? I'm waiting with bated breath for the rest of Sam's story.....

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    1. I'm just about ready to continue...

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  10. I hope he's ok... but I'm sure with you to help him through it, he will be.....whatever it is !

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    1. He's definitely ok; just chastened!

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  11. I'm hooked, but I hope that whatever it is it has a positive, if not happy, ending.

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    1. I certainly think he learned a lesson or two!

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  12. Poor young man!
    But is he worried about the state of his coat or how it got to be that way...?

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    1. Thankfully, the blazer is washable and dries quickly -- it was ready to wear the next morning.

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    1. I must say, 'poor' Sam, really was pathetic...

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  14. Oops. This didm;t start well, and I hunch it will not end particularly well. Condolences all round.

    Blessing and Bear hugs, too!

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  15. Well, it definitely could have been worse!

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