Vanessa stood behind the registration table with a stack of printed schedules squared up in her hands.

“Claire.” She smiled and smoothed her hair behind her ear.

“I’m glad you two had a chance to talk.”

“He gave me a pastry.”

“Daniel’s a soft touch.

It’s one of the things I love about him.” Vanessa turned the stack a quarter turn and squared it again.

Her badge was on a black lanyard, wider than the ones the parents got, with a gold edge.

Committee, it said.