The office lady smiled a powdery smile and put her hand on his shoulder. “All right, Alan, come with me.”
Davey was sitting on the dusty sofa in the vice principal’s office. He punched the sofa cushion rhythmically. “Alan,” he said when the office lady led him in.
“Hi, Dave,” Alan said. “What’s going on?”
“They’re stupid here. I hate them.” He gave the sofa a particularly vicious punch.
“I’ll get Mr Davenport,” the office lady said, and closed the door behind her.
“What did you do?” Alan asked.
“She wouldn’t let me play!” David said, glaring at him.
“Who wouldn’t?”
“A girl! She had the blocks and I wanted to play with them and she wouldn’t let me!”
“What did you hit her with?” Alan asked, dreading the answer.