I’m remembering a rumor I heard once, that there was some kind of romantic connection between Miss Robin and Ares . . . I thought it was funny at the time—just one of those things people say, jokes and speculation to enliven a boring school day. Miss Robin is in her forties at least, maybe even fifty. Seeing her now, it doesn’t seem as ridiculous. She has a powerful presence at odds with her loose, knobby cardigans and thick stockings. Not to mention the fact that Ares seems distinctly uncomfortable, glancing back and forth between us.
