Returning to the old school brought up old memories again
It had been when Brenda had been student teaching. Before she had decided to become a student counselor. She had been forced to study abroad due to her family’s circumstances at the time; her father was an American diplomat and he had been caught up in politics that forced caution. So she had to remain near her father for protection by the secret service as she attended university.
But how she wound up doing her internship at a school deep in the center of a society beyond her experience; the English Midlands; was quite the mystery. Then—just on her way to her higher degrees in what later became her field due to ….an encounter with one particular student.
He was a boy at the school who was always getting into fights even though he was a very bright student. And she had become somehow drawn into the case. They wanted to take him up on charges over something —only, what was it, again? She didn’t remember….one day she decided instead of forcing a confrontation with him about the incidences that had everyone so upset about, she shared with him some drawings she had been working on for an idea for a comic book. And somehow it took another turn
How old would he be now? She wondered.
What was his name again?
Brenda was only back in the area because an old friend of hers from school was getting married and she had heard the old headmaster of the school was retiring. There was some event being made of it which she had found by chance when she was reading about local news.
She found herself going back to some old familiar places and outside the school down the road was one spot of particular memory.
It was a grey, wintry day but Brenda’s eyes swept the vista and they fell, by memory, to the very spot of the swings …. there….there it was….
and,
“there,” she said aloud
But then there was a sound, like a scrape of a shoe behind her before,
“I knew somehow that you would be back….”
the voice —was ….
“Greg….” she turned around
“Miss Pim.”
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