The long and the short of it is that he
has got out of hand .
I am at my wit’s end . What must I do?
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Does he have any favorite subjects at school? Sub
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jects that really interest him?
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Nothing apart from mathematics and chess. That’s
one thing he never tires of. I’m afraid he’ll
drive me mad if I don’t
put my foot down . But how, and when – that’s
the trouble. He is so touchy.
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You should have it out with him. He’s old enough
to understand things.
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Well, I tried to. I gave him a good talking to the
other day, but to no effect. He’ll become even worse, I’m
sure. He’s nearly always at his friend’s place playing chess,
doesn’t come home in time for his meals and seems
to keep himself going on tea and cakes. I can’t put up it any longer
and that with Mother laid up in hospital. I can’t
leave that little devil to his own devices .
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Now, now you mustn’t talk like that. You certainly
can’t
leave him all on his own , neither can you complain
to your mother – that’s out of the question. But then you
could speak to Victor’s schoolmaster or perhaps to the
headmaster. Of course,
it’s up to you to decide what’s bet
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ter, but I should think you’d better go to school and keep in
touch with it. If you keep on quarrelling with him, it won’t
get you anywhere .
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To tell you the truth, I’ve been thinking about it.
In fact, I shall
make a point of doing that first thing next
week. Yesterday we had an awful row. Victor was all for
going to Peter’s again and I tried to talk him out of it, but
I might have spared my breath – he wouldn’t listen. I was
beside myself with anger, and I told him then and there that
if he went, I’d