She looked up, startled at his outburst. “Please! Mister…Brian, if you would sit down, we’ll try not to make a big scene.” He turned and noticed that a few curious faces were peeking through the window in the door.
“My apologies,” Brian said swiftly after he’d collected himself.
“Now,” Sandra said, looking concerned. “I’m not sure what this means as far as you and your wife are concerned, but I know that it’s confusing for your children, and it’s affecting their academics, as well as their relationships with their peers. Pardon me for asking, but who exactly is… ‘LucanKnight?’” Her lips pursed. He watched them, mesmerized, before realizing she was waiting for him to answer.
“Oh!” Brian started. He hesitated before saying quickly, “I’m not comfortable talking about it, to be honest. But I do pardon you for asking.” He smiled sweetly, and her eyebrows furrowed.
“Well, in that case, I’ll have to ask you to discuss this with your family and try to straighten things out.”
“Sure. What are you doing for lunch?”

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