Assistant County Prosecutor Jack Granger parked<br > his dark blue sedan in the visitors lot at Mountain<br > View Elementary School， muttering， "Why<br > me and<br > why today? Rubbing the knotted muscles at the back<br >of his neck， he racked his brain for any excuse to<br >leave without seeing his daughter Kitty s teacher. Un-<br >fortunately none existed.<br > It didn t matter that it was 6:10 on a Thursday af-<br >ternoon， or that he d had a brutal day at work， or that<br >he had a briefcase stuffed with case files he needed<br >to read before morning. Kitty was his res o<br >When Ms. Walsh re，~u ~ P nsibility.<br >ligated to be there. "t ~nteu a comerence， he felt ob-<br > Again. And again. And again.<br > Any normal teacher would have given up on him<br >and gone home by now， but Ms. Walsh was hardly<br >normal. <br ><br >