I’m feeling just a little bit optimistic.
“I don’t mind the whacking so much.” Anthea starts thinking out aloud,
her eyes looking vacantly at the far wall.
“No, definitely not!” Sara reinforces her point of view, but Anthea isn’t listening.
“After all, I suppose we were rather out of order.”
“Exactly.” I confirm.
“I know we should have had a little word with you,
Clare, as you were the duty prefect.
Then you wouldn’t have had to stay up half the night.”
“That is the accepted form, Anthea.” I agree,
but it would have really thwarted my little plan if they had,
and that would have been so disappointing.
“I suppose we do owe Clare her bit of retribution, Sara.”