‘It’s
strange, before you arrived, we had another arrival who seemed intent on
teaching in the school.’ Tarquin leads us through a door on the right. ‘Maybe
he’d be the best one to guide you through starting your teaching careers here.
He can introduce you to his children and then we can find the best place for
you.’
In
years to come, I’ll rebuke myself for not seeing this coming. We turn the
corner and see a happy class of school children, all directing their attention
to the man at the front.
There,
with his hair tied back and a wide smile on his face, stands Teague.
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