Today she kept her back to the staffroom and spoke in a whisper. Viv gazed at the broad bottom in the faded jeans. She resented Madeleine for using the phone, yet she felt grateful to her for delaying things. She sat down on the sofa beside Harold, who looked up from his Guardian. ‘Trevor wrote me a note today saying could he go to the toilet, spelt TOYLUT. I said he could go to it when he could spell it so he changed it to BOG.’ Viv laughed. Harold pointed to the newspaper. ‘There’s a post here in Norfolk, Grade 2. Would they be fresh and innocent in the fens?’ Viv shook her head. ‘They just keep it in the family.’ ‘Don’t think I can stand the hormone level here much longer. Very unsettling for a middle-aged chap.’ ‘Poor Harry.’ Viv stroked his head and glanced at the phone. ‘Just seething with sex. What’s the name – oh yes, Tracey. The one who babysits for you. Apparently she threw up in biology this morning.’ ‘Did she?’ Viv thought of Mo’s conversation, at the allotments.
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