She is usually on time, but she was late that day and we had to start class a little late because of that.” Daddy looked at me and I turned to write...Salvador’s answer on the board: LATE TO CLASS. “Very good. And you?” Daddy called on Clarence. “Sir, the other day Ms. Krystenah used a curse in the class. She was talking to another teacher and I heard her say something. We weren’t in session, but as I understand the rules, she should not be using this language here.”I wrote on the board:. She turned to see her Mom standing in the doorway, matronly and domestic-looking- wearing a comfy cashmere turtleneck and holding a tea cup. Herblonde hair seductively veiled one eye. Underneath the white sweater, shehad her aran-knit grey leggings on. His bare feet felt the formerlyunstained, plush-white carpet of Gwen's bedroom- where dribbles of redsplashed. She tiptoed over to Gwen's bed, and rested her shapely bottomon it- her thick legs hung off the side, with her toes still on thefloor.. A lot of good that did. Both of us still cry when we think about him. But we smile a lot, too. Donald was one of the most caring, honest people I've ever met. If I could find a Donald my age, I'd snap him up in a second.Mrs. Badger looks more frail every time I see her. Donald was there with her for a few months after her sister died, but now that he's gone, I don't think it will be long before she follows. Call me heartless, but I don't think it will be a bad thing when it happens. There has. "Maggie laughed delightedly. "Trust you to find a man who not only CAN but, IS more than happy to cook for you!"Sarah shrugged. "It's either that or starve," she said with a straight face.They left the café together and went down to the underground, where they hugged, and then went their separate ways.Sarah made her way to the quaint little flower shop; which was owned and run by the nice Mrs Asher.The bell over the door tinkled as she entered, and the smell of freshly cut flowers hung heavy in.