Principal Bristow's Office Hours
Bristow picks up his ringing cell phone. "Bristow." He pauses and his lips quirk downward.
"Arvin. You know better than to call me here."
"I see."
"Of course. I'll be in Los Angeles by Christmas."
"This won't be a temporary return, I take it."
"I'll make arrangements."
Bristow hangs up and looks thoughtful.
Bristow is in, but he's distracted.