My cell phone rang five minutes after I'd left my daughter's school. It was the assistant principal.
After a brief conversation, I put down the phone.
"Mom, I forgot to tell you."
"Go on," I said.
"My friend brought a birthday gift to school. A boy grabbed it from her locker and took it into the boys' bathroom."
The boys' bathroom.
"And . . ." I prompted.
"I pounded on the door and said, 'Women coming in.'"
"And then what happened?"
"The boys came out and we went in."
"Go on . . . "
"When we tried to leave, the boys held the door shut."
To be continued . . .