No, Wait!

“No, wait!” she shouted anxiously while tugging at my sleeve.

“You can’t go now!” she whimpered. “I do not want you to leave!”

“I’ve got to go,” I told her. “But quite soon I will be back.

See—if I do not go to work I’ll surely get the sack!”

I knew that it was hard for kids to bid their Dads goodbye.

I knew that it was normal that they’d whinge and whine and cry.

But Nancy was their teacher. “Get a grip, you’re sixty-four.”

“But sir—your kids are monsters! I can’t take it anymore!”

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