His sister Patricia hadn’t started high school at the time but later she was expected to go to science classes in that same room, as if nothing had happened.As if her brother’s flesh and blood hadn’t been spread on the walls.The room had been painted by then, the same drab institutional light cream it had been before. If you didn’t know, you wouldn’t be able to tell what had gone on. You would simply never know. But when Patricia looked across the room, she saw her brother’s freckled boy’s hand outstretched in the basin where it landed, among the pipettes and petrie dishes. The nails would still be slightly bitten, a piece of sticking plaster on the little finger where he had nicked himself with a chisel at woodwork class, a small wart on a knuckle, fine downy hair covering the back of his hand. The accident happened during the lunch hour when the science lab was supposed to be monitored by a prefect, but Clarence Mills got leave to keep a dental appointment in town and forgot to tell someone in charge.
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