Tuesday already. There are too many things to do. We'll be without nurse for a few days - I really do not need the school to be sued if someone falls from the stairs - so I finally have arranged that meeting with the police chief tonight.
Miss Menna has made her phone call home from my room, in her underwear obviously. At least I've had my daily smile. Robert Reads - Bobby - one of the students I have selected for the dork gang asked to be received, with perfect timing, and the girl, whose clothes I had locked in a drawer, had to hide under my desk. I kept bumping her with my shoes while talking with the young, restless student.
Bobby wanted to know what game I was playing. But he could not find the nerve to ask directly. And I played the game of sly innuendos and oblique references too - the locker room event, why we stopped the soccer matches, what perspectives he has got as a student.
Finally he managed to ask why I was not furious with them. I gave him only my sly grin. I wonder what miss Menna could draw from the conversation.
When he was on the door, I told him sharply to keep free for the weekend. He and his friends. We would go birdwatching.
Miss Menna was starting to get cramps when I pulled her out. I asked her if she was friends with Bobby. As usual, she had to dress quickly outside.
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17 years ago
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