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a soft, warm smile makes it over her lips as she sees the person that one of her best students goes on AND on about. she finds it adorable, in his little voice, all the things that he finds cool about his dad. “ jeremy, then.” she says quickly, correcting herself. she needed to write that down somewhere. she shook his hand with a bit of a chuckle, he was one of the few that she was actually excited to talk about. “ it’s fine. believe it or not, my card has been pretty full tonight. “ with another soothing laugh as she sat down herself and pushed a folder towards the man. “ these are your son’s projects. he’s quite fond of drawing and he’s been doing this thing where he’ll draw a little heart on his favorite people where there heart would be. super cute and he’s just so good. i barely even have to ask him to do something.” she said, cutting herself off as she realized she’d been rambling. AGAIN

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“i believe it– if this is the second half of the evening, and there are still this many people here? i guess i’m glad i didn’t have to fight the crowd.” five seconds in the room with this woman, and jeremy already knows that she is the best possible thing for his son. as a kid, when he thought teacher, he thought old and mean and not invested in the class’ success. but ms forbes is warm and bright and inviting. hell, he feels encouraged just sitting there! it’s little wonder his boy is always talking about school and wanting to be at school– sometimes more than he wants to be at home. seeing the folder, he perks up and leans forward, beginning to thumb through ricky’s works. some of these, he’s seen before, but several are news to him. “most little boys in our neighborhood save up their allowances for candy and baseball cards– ricky saves his for colored pencils and sketch pads,” he shakes his head in disbelief; it still baffles him how lucky he’s been. his aunt jenna always said he’d end up raising a child just like him– so far, this was one of the few things they had in common. “how is he with his classmates? we’re having trouble with making friends at the park– he doesn’t want to run around and play with the other kids.” thinly veiled concern is etched on his face. it’s his turn to ramble. “he’ll sit at the picnic table and if they come up to him, he’ll talk. but he won’t go out of his way to engage them. is that normal? i mean, have you noticed anything that he might be having trouble here?”

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