My underpants were dry, thank God. Most of the last half-hour of class was lost in a blur. Mother Veronica was kind enough not to call on me, and I managed to stop crying after about ten minutes or so. My bottom felt very hot, but I tried not to squirm. The worst part was that I could feel all of the eyes on me. It may have been my imagination, but I’d swear that Linda was smirking. Finally, at 3:00 I walked home with Maureen. We didn’t say very much, and I knew that my ordeal was far from over. I still had to face my mother. When I walked through the front door she was waiting for me in the kitchen.
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