He continued, ‘I loved Miss Bale too. She was a good teacher with so many years ahead of her. May the heavens keep her safe.’ He waved conclusively towards the stands, then the families and headed back to his seat amidst heavy applause.
‘This has been one hell of a memorial,’ Clarissa said to Sineas as they sat in the stands waiting for the principal to announce the next speaker. Everyone had delved into hushed conversation whilst the principal scoped a piece of paper in front of him.‘What do you mean?’ Sineas asked her.‘No one seemed to know a lot about Miss Bale. It’s making this event look a little one-sided.’‘Are you saying that no one knows anything about Miss Bale? The whore that slept all the way to her job? Miss Bale, who dresses worse than a ghetto hooker? Miss Bale, who…’‘Okay, okay, I get it, Sin,’ she said stopping him with a hand. She looked remorseful. &lsq
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