“Don’t be silly,” Anthea says, blocking my way.
“How did you know?” I ask.
“Joanna came and saw us because firstly she had doubts that Sara and I had actually agreed to be slippered.
Secondly, she wanted to make sure we were happy with her doing the whacking.
She was worried we might not consider her a proper teacher.
As we chatted, a few things came out.”
“Oh.” Is all I can think of.
“Is that all you’ve got to say for yourself, madam?”
Anthea is standing in front of me with her arms folded.
Sara is hovering by my side.
I shrug,
not really able to think of anything worthwhile to say,
certainly nothing that’s going to get me out of this little situation.