The head would cane me bare bummed? But Tom and Andrew weren’t denying his assertion, which meant either they were party to his joke or he was telling the truth. Slipping on my white gym shirt I hurried from the lockers, the laughter of the boys echoing after me. My dawdling had cost me — I had exactly three minutes to reach the head’s office. I made it, though I was panting and flushed when I got there. The pretty secretary, Melinda, took the note I offered her. “I-I — gasp — am here to-to… to see the Head.” I hung my head low, embarrassed. Melinda licked her ruby lips as she studied the note from Mrs. Davenport.

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