and I are given a detention for Friday afternoon, which was when I’d planned to go out and take photographs for the L.O. project. My only consolation is that we must have derailed Perkel’s plans, too, since he personally supervises our detention, making sure we sit on opposite sides of the otherw...
Robin thumped his notebook down hard on the seat cushions. “What did you call her for? Now she’s going make a fat fuss. Their poor old dog died, and they’re burying her. It’s not a federal offense!” “Sorry to correct you, but I think it may well be,” I said, my eyes still fixed on Mr. Johnson nex...