CHAPTER 54

In the principal's office, he sat behind a mahogany desk in his swivel chair. The room had the warm, fuzzy feel of an air conditioner and air freshener.

Irish would have been taking a breath of fresh air save for the fact that the room was thick with tension.

Irish was now seated opposite the principal at the principal's office, he looked straight at her and the woman which she had fought with, through his rimless glass.

Clearing his throat, he adjusted his glasses and peered at her, his eyes behind those glasses, looking so hideous.

"What seems to be the issue Miss -"

"Irish." Irish completed his sentence.

"I came for the Parents-Teacher Association meeting and instead of seeing my son well taken care of, he was being abused by this woman over here." Irish pressed her lips into a thin line as she scowled while pointing at the thick lady sitting adjacent to her.

"Point of correction Whore! I wasn't abusing your son. I was trying to put him right in his place." She retorted, pointing f