“Ridet.”
“Good afternoon, sir, my name is Jessa Varve - I’m your sons’ substitute teacher while miss-”
“Yes, I’ve heard of you.”
“O - I, ah, yes, of course you have, sir. I’m calling about your son’s attendance, I presume y-”
“Which one?”
“Whic- of, uh, Visla, sir.”
“I’ve already informed the school about this - he’s sick.”
“Yes, I understand but sir, he’s been sick so often lately and at this rate I’m afraid he might get expel-”
“I’m aware. He’s been very stressed since my wife left and it’s affecting his health, I thought I sent you a statement regarding this.”
“Sir, I am terribly sorry but the school requires an official statement from your family d-”
“Excu- I am a doctor!”
“Sir, I understand you’re a surgeon, not a doctor. I’m sorry, but the rules-”
“Fine, I’ll get the statement. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get going.”
“Thank you, s-”
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