Didn’t Your Mother Tell You? – Part 10
"I continue my detention in Laura's make-believe classroom, but my ordeal is rewarded in a way that I never expected"
I was sitting in what Laura called detention, writing lines, in her make-believe classroom. And I had just let my stool scrape over the wooden floor, making a dreadful sound, not unlike fingernails scratching on a blackboard. Instantly, I knew...