The next time I was caned was the day after my father had visited the headmaster to explain that our family was breaking up and that I was to be taken away from the school. The following morning I had to deliver this news myself to my friends Kurt and Pat. We decided to miss morning assembly and go on talking in one of the disused air-raid shelters in the school grounds. We are all very unhappy. They were kind to me; and they said that they would miss me.