"----------------------September 11th, 2016 Poe Cottage, Whateley AcademyThe trio awoke and got ready for their day. The school was abuzz asusual, wit... the girls going about their normal business. The junior highkids asked about their weekend but only received a few quick, "Wenthome," and, "Went swimming," from the girls, with their family beingfrom the Boston area it was within reason that they could visit home andnot do much all weekend once home.That afternoon, Molly was told that they would. . I'm so sorry!" It's okay.", I said. "Don't worry about it."I couldn't move any faster, so she got a good long look at my hairy butt, and to tell you the truth, I wasn't in any big hurry to pull my pants up. Barbara had the always-annoying habit of busting in unannounced, expecting us to drop everything and deal with her problems. So now she stood paralyzed while I finished, staring her right in the eyes. To my surprise, her eyes changed from urgent hysteria to something different, maybe. “The art posters on the wall are all originals, 1880’s to early 1910’s, mostly all French or Swiss liquor advertising, except for the small Toulouse Lautrec charcoal study above my desk.” I didn’t bother to tell her that this was a real, entirely authentic original work and not a modern print or even a vintage reproduction. It portrayed a man sitting at a café table in front of a bottle with green pencil coloration fills. The work’s title, ‘The Absinthe Drinker’ made this one of the highlights. He finally said to me, "Do you know what you are looking at on that table?"I looked in his eyes, trying to decide if he really wanted me to answer. He didn't."You're looking at about twenty-five years of your worthless life. That oughta make you close to sixty years old when you get out of the pen."Erin gasped. I couldn't even make a sound. She gathered her courage and whispered, "It was my idea. I suggested it."He sneered at her and asked, "And you are the adult here?"I ignored the tears that.