‘Why do I write Wednesday?’ ‘Here we go,’ she thought.
The rest of the children thought so too, looking up from their writing, their faces alight with the prospect of what could follow.
‘Because it is Wednesday.’
‘Just write it at the top of the page. You don’t have any problem with that do you?’
Reuben hadn’t picked up from her tone that things had changed; not surprising, though, given that a hint of her usual teasing manner with him persisted.
To Reuben’s mind, what she’d said, and how she’d said it, would still act like a red rag to a bull, perhaps a Red Bull to his whizzing thought processes.
‘But it might be Sunday.’
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