“I hate it too but… I’d hate it more if it was just me.” Billy replied as a tear welled up in his eye. They hugged one another until their guardian bellowed up the stairs. “Won’t be long Mrs Postlethwaite.” Alice replied before sending Billy down and going to change out of her dress.
Billy spent a tumultuous few minutes trying to answer his guardian’s questions about what he’d learned at school. At first, he tried to recall the maths, the spelling, and the reading before telling her about learning to play hopscotch and the clapping game fiasco. “So you’re getting along with the other girls?” she asked.
“Yes… Ma’am.” he meekly replied.
“And they’re teaching you how to be a nice young lady?” she asked.
“Er.. yes… Ma’am.” he reluctantly admitted.
