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"Well, no, but before this year she was never really-"
"I think you'll find her grades-"
"If I could-"
"There were some extenuating-"
"If you'd please just consider-"
Dial tone. Yet another person opting for the hanging-up-on-crazy-mother-with-psychotic-child idea.
She sighed, and slumped in the chair.
It was hopeless.
"None of that, Joyce Summers," she said firmly. "You're not going to give up on your daughter's future. Instead, you're going to get back on that phone, and STAY on it until you find a school that will take her."
She pulled the phone book towards her, and once again started dialling.