A gentle throat-clearing came from the doorway to his bedchamber. "Not feeling sneaky today?" said Temmin, keeping his head on the pillow.
Teacher came into the room. "I am never 'sneaky.' I am circumspect."
"To be sure," said Temmin in a flat voice. A long silence fell. "Well?" he finally said.
"I am here to resume the story, if you wish it."
"I should burn that Pagg-damned book," growled Temmin.
"It will not burn, but you are welcome to try if you think that might alleviate your pain. You may not believe me, but I am here to help you."
Temmin put a forearm across his aching eyes. "Some help."
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Published on March 11, 2013 01:00