On edge Laura couldn’t touch breakfast the next morning. The others noticed her loss of appetite and how pale and tired she looked. She had barely eaten anything the evening before so she was able to attribute it to still being unwell. Susie cast her a sympathetic look but kept her confidence. It was two more days until Monday and the next German lesson. She had the whole weekend to wonder if she would bump into Mr Rydell. But she felt deep down that he would avoid her. It was torment. Everywhere she went she found herself surreptitiously looking out for him. Wondering, hoping beyond hope, that he would appear. Concentrating on Saturday morning lessons was hard enough at the best of times because the weekend had pretty much arrived, and everyone was longing for lunch after which they would finally be at leisure. Hockey teams would play home matches or be driven off in the school coach to play away games but everyone else could do what they wanted. This particular morning was agony.
