All the same, Julia was bursting with energy. She was looking forward to teaching her classes of a new school year. Julia opened a box and began to a...range a bulletin board. She started with the poster for information PFLAG. And then a small pride flag. Every poster promoted a gay tolerant community and assistance for gay students. She knew that it wasn’t a total acceptance in the town, but if a student was helped then that was all that mattered. Privately, she resolved no longer to be quiet. No way could he, would he, let that happen.Smashing his fist into the intercom, he shouts to his secretary"Get PC Scott in here now"Entering the office, the sight that sat in front of him was nothing that Scott had seen before. Gone was the proud man with immaculate features who demanded respect. Instead replaced by a man slumped in his chair, a face so red it looked as if he had been a heavy drinker for decades. His usual perfectly styled grey hair now looked like a hedge and his eyes had. Her lips, indeed, had been pursued and her arms folded tightly across her chest when Ada arrived at her home. But there was a twinkle in her eye as well and she melted to Ada’s florid description of the fair and of nearly everything that had happened there. Nearly everything. But Martha was no dummy. She had discerned much of what Ada hadn’t said—at least where it concerned Charles Raven. There was a glow about Ada that could only have one explanation. Martha had been young once herself—and. ­­­­­___________________________________________________________ Armed only with a few suitcases, Michelle had returned home to her parents, but only to regroup and decide where she would go from here. She had a hankering to travel abroad, but her finances were not that great, so that was one avenue not open for the time being. She took a job in the village nearby, serving little old ladies with blue rinse hairdos, tea and buttered scones in a tea shop owned by one of her.