Ollie gave me a firm look. "You'll have to work very, very hard, duckie," she informed me, "and, I must warn you, I'm a tyrant. I brook no nonsense. I demand complete obedience." "Yes, ma'am," I said, thoroughly intimidated now. She continued to skewer me with that firm look for another moment and then she smiled, mischief twinkling in her eyes. She touched my cheek. "Don't look so frightened, ducks. Actually, we'll have^M^. You'll be fine—I can sense it—and what a lark it will be putting one over on Jason. Run along to your rooms now, children. I'll see you both at lunch." I felt dazed as we moved on down the hall. Laura was smiling to herself, amused by my reaction to her friend. "We'll do it, love," she assured me. "Ollie's really a wonderful teacher. You'll be in fine shape before Jason ever sees you emote." "She mentioned being stranded in Washington," I said. "I— I wonder why she never returned to England." "Politics," Laura said.
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