And before we start this day’s lesson, I’d like you all to know that a classmate of yours received an award for having one of the best essays in an interschool writing competition.”
The class was staring around; it was clear this was news to them. “Honey, I’m home!” called Connor from below as the sound of a car door closing punctuated the tense silence inside John’s room. He was finding out first hand that one of Johnson’s many talents was how to be an infuriating jerk. “That’s it,” William thought to himself. “Hey. “Just as well, I’ve been meaning to call you down. But I guess, it’s no excuse for what I’ve been lacking as a parent. William went about his morning preparations with unusual haste. “I…I promise there won’t be any trouble. You don’t make a good Batman impression. “John’s been pretending to be sick to throw people off the fact that he’s not himself.”
“Ah…” Sharon simply said.
