Section 35… Vernon’s trying to decide
“What was he going to do about Tarkey? He had no nonsense-filter. What could he do about Nsansa?…
…So far the only clues he’d had seemed contradictory. Saint Ayn recommended self-interest. Saint John recommended washing the feet of others. On top of that Africa was beginning to haunt him.
In the reflection of the window Vernon caught sight of a movement behind him.
“Ah Vernon, do you have a moment?”
Vernon followed Mrs McGuin into the hall under the watchful gaze of the whole class.
He waited. Sure enough the Deputy waded in, like an Egret disputing fishing quotas. “Vernon, Vernon, Vernon.” she breathed stepping closer on each word, head on one side marking time. “You’re trying my patience.”
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