Kara

　　“Are you Ken’s mother?” that woman in short bob-hair and bright skin standing in the cashier counter looked up in questioning eyes. She squinted and her eyes faded. I guessed she checked something out as it was a lanky girl who charged in the counter. “I am Kara Corby, Ken’s teacher. Can we talk for a moment?” she took me to her office on the third floor.

　　I stayed in the restaurant after Anne’s birthday celebration ended and that girl went home earlier. One of the waiters informed me that Ken’s mother was in the restaurant tonight. it was the right time to have some chats with her. I...