Moving quickly to the nearest bus stop, Saizo began to walk the hundred meters or so from the elementary school, holding his daughter by his left hand.
Stopping at an intersection to wait for the pedestrian light to allow him to cross, he quickly checked his cell phone and the messages his wife had sent him with his right hand.
Misa: [I can't believe she did that. So think about asking the principal what exactly happened].
Saizo: [Don't worry. I'll tell you what happened after I see the teachers.]
Misa: [I don't know if the boy's parents will be there too... I'm sorry to ask you this at the last moment.]
Saizo: [Don't worry. It's normal to rely on each other. Good luck with your appointment, I'll call you later].
