The
man behind the desk asks Boy to repeat his name, scuffles through the box of indistinguishable
stationery. A white A5 envelope is plucked up, is politely accepted. Boy who
says he is not nervous opens the envelope. Blank faced, scans the enclosed
list. He chats. How can he be chatting- is that nerves? Or a good sign? I know
not to fret, but I kind of want to just to fill the time. Boy strolls over: yes,
the list is the list he hoped for.
Happiness for Boy. Sympathy for the ones who need to negotiate.
Character building stuff, but it is cruel work building a character. Boy keeps
his sympathy for the ones who accept how it is. I say, maybe they are happy: he
says, how do they know? That he questions: that to me is the best sign of a
genuine education.
Comments
Thanks so much for your comment on my post; not quite so many thanks for having to clean the monitor. (I'd just taken a drink when I read your comment; I'll know better in future!) I can so picture you with the doll and understand completely why teddy bears have become the 'lovey' of choice, hehe.
Suze- thank you- looking forward to my Saturday catch up with your world :-)
Unikorna- I think we're on a good track here- time will tell!
And Mr Bama- that is a very bold claim, and I hope you do. Being content and happy is not to be balked at :-)