reach a decision while he did it.
âThat friend of yours is hiding something,â he said at last.
âTony? Never!â
âBloody cagey.â
âHis mother was an oyster, his father a clam. And being a managerâs made him worse.â
âShouldnât stop him reporting incidents like that.â
ââCourse it shouldnât. Look, I must go in. Iâm desperate for a loo.â
âOK. Iâll phone you.â
He let me get out and only then got out himself. He followed me slowly.
There was a dull thud. His hand shot out, as if to pull me back. Then he pointed. Aggieâs bin. A fox had knocked it over and was worrying the lid.
We started to laugh.
He touched my arm. âGood night, then, Sophie. You will be careful, wonât you?â
I couldnât understand why he sounded so earnest. âDonât worry. I can take care of myself.â
But he was still watching and waiting when I shut my front door.
Chapter Nine
Friday is the day of my favourite class, that Access group, but today I had the business of Manjit to attend to before I could start teaching. She presented herself outside the staff room at nine sharp, wan, a bruise on her face where the red mark had been. She was far from apologetic, however. True, she presented me with a note, torn off her lined A4 notepad, apologising for using bad language, but when I tried to ask her about the circumstances she repeated that it was none of my business and I ought to back off.
I unlocked a classroom and gestured her inside.
âSit down and listen,â I said.
She did as she was told. But every line of her body expressed resentment and something else â fear? I returned to the door and locked it, so we wouldnât be interrupted.
âManjit, Iâm trying to help you. You were very upset last Friday, upset enough to interrupt my class, and I know youâre too responsible to do that without good reason. I havenât told a single soul about our conversation. OK?â
She nodded. Her face was still sullen but she glanced up briefly.
âThereâs something wrong. We both know that. When you said it was none of my business you werenât quite right. Anything that makes a student as unhappy as you were â and still seem to be â is the business of people who care about her. And I care about you. Right?â
She nodded, and she tried to smile. But her eyes were filling with tears.
âMaybe you donât want to talk about whatâs upset you. Maybe youâre afraid to.â
She flinched.
âIf you canât talk to me, couldnât you talk to one of the college counsellors?â
She shook her head. âAnd I donât want you to, either, miss. Things get around.â
âNot from our counsellors. Everything you tell them is confidential. You know that.â
She shook her head stubbornly.
âHow about I talk to them in general terms? Find out ââ
âI donât want you to find out nothing. Oh, miss ââ
âOK. Manjit. I wonât do anything without your say-so. I want you to know Iâll always listen if you want to talk to me. Right? And I want you to write down this â itâs my home telephone number.â
She looked me straight in the eyes. âThanks, miss. Miss, promise me you wonât tell anyone â anyone. Please.â
I hesitated.
âMiss, I darenât be late in case anyone â you know ââ
But although I nodded kindly, I wasnât quite sure that I did.
I was out of my depth. I knew I ought to be doing something but Iâd promised to do nothing, in particular not to talk to those very colleagues whom Iâd have trusted with my life. I worried my way round the situation for the rest of the day. There was a meeting across the lunch hour I had to go to, but I might not have been there for all the contribution I made to the new College Development Plan.
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