Was mystery meat and soggy vegetables. I thought I recognized a pea ... maybe. With enough salt and ... surprise ... pepper ... it was sufficient unto...it’s purpose ... it made a turd.The bread was hot, fresh and dripping butter ... heaven.Getting through the meal without interruption, I enquired about the possibility of a bath.“Two pinches for first water, a pinch thereafter ... each. If she,” he nodded at Grace, “so much as touches the water it’s a pinch.”“So, three pinches if she gets in the. Filimar's, voice. I walked, stiffly, toward his desk and the golden nameplate that read "Mr. Filimar, Principal". "Mr. Fili-" I began. He cut me off, saying, "I know Sophie. And I trust that you know the possible consequences, your class having been Mrs. Tane's." I nodded grimly, then lowered my head. "Well, I have another option for you." He informed me, out of the blue. Eagerly, I looked up. He smiled. "I knew you would do that. Well, here's what you'll do. Grab that black bag in the. His sandy hair and two-day beard were as much a part of the atmosphere here as the fact that he pulled the best shots on Capitol Hill. I’d just answered with a quick, “Fine,” when I felt two delicate hands cover my eyes and a voice whisper “Guess who.”My heart skipped a couple beats and instead of answering I reached up and slid the hands down to my lips and kissed the fingertips. “Morning,” I said softly as I turned toward her.If my heart had skipped beats before, it stopped cold now.“So. She had a sudden idea. Go outside below the living room and see if they could tell what was going on. She was pulling him off the bed, tossed him his boxers. He could use them or not. She was feeling adventurous and ignored any covering for herself. He struggled and hopped into his boxers as he followed his crazy partner out of the bedroom. Outside, she encouraged him along the house despite his quiet protests of embarrassment to intentionally spy on the others. He suddenly felt like a school.