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He was there again, standing among the glut of waiting mothers who arrived each day at ten to three and milled about in their separate worlds, waiting for their children to be released from school.
Until today he was merely a presence to Janice Templeton, just another parent standing in the cold, outside the Ethical Culture School, waiting for his sprite to emerge. Today, however, Janice found herself noticing him - a lone male in a sea of females- and wondering why it was always he who showed up, and not his wife.
He was standing now with his back half turned to her, gazing expectantly up at the big doors of the school building. Somewhere in his early forties, Janice guessed, and not at all bad-looking. He wore a thick moustache and carefully trimmed sideburns and had the lean, hard body of an athlete.
She wondered who his child might be and made a mental note to find out.
Until today he was merely a presence to Janice Templeton, just another parent standing in the cold, outside the Ethical Culture School, waiting for his sprite to emerge. Today, however, Janice found herself noticing him - a lone male in a sea of females- and wondering why it was always he who showed up, and not his wife.
He was standing now with his back half turned to her, gazing expectantly up at the big doors of the school building. Somewhere in his early forties, Janice guessed, and not at all bad-looking. He wore a thick moustache and carefully trimmed sideburns and had the lean, hard body of an athlete.
She wondered who his child might be and made a mental note to find out.
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