I can’t believe I allowed myself to be steered out of Lesley Griffiths’s office and whooshed out of the building with a stream of encouraging but meaningless pleasantries: Ellen is a lovely girl, she’ll go far, she’s so creative . . . Yes, all true, all good to hear, but not the point.George Donbavand is the point.Why was I so utterly useless in the face of Lesley’s manipulation? Why did I leave without a satisfactory explanation? I know people do strange things when they’re in shock, but it isn’t as if I was tortured or assaulted—only mightily confused. It’s hard to stand up for yourself when you’re too bewildered to think straight.Deliberately bewildered—that’s how it felt.If there was never a boy at Beaconwood by the name of George Donbavand, why wasn’t Lesley more alarmed to hear about my daughter’s invention of him? Why would Ellen make up a sister for him, also in danger of imminent framing and expulsion?I wish I’d asked Lesley about Fleur Donbavand.
What do You think about A Game For All The Family?
