belly bouncing. I must remember to tell Helen I think heâs gay.
âMinister, welcome to Gunapan Primary. Weâve prepared a tour for you, nothing too boring or too long. I understand you must see the same thing over and over again so we wonât keep you, but we want you to know that you wonât find a more dedicated staff or a better-run school than this. At theend of the day, what youâre getting here is value for money, Minister, value for money.â
The minister nods. Heâs still a little dazed, but back at the Neighbourhood House a brisk rub with a washcloth brought him back to reality. After Iâd twisted the washcloth corner into a bud and cleaned out his ears heâd asked if he could go to the toilet.
âYes, but hurry up, we havenât got all day,â I told him. âAnd donât forget to wash your hands.â
The Basic Ed kids were coming out of the Neighbourhood House classroom and two Down syndrome boys rushed into the toilet after the minister. I knew theyâd be staring at him in that unnerving intent way they have, but I could hardly follow them into the menâs toilet. Sure enough, after a few seconds I heard one boy shriek and giggle. Damien ran out of the toilet, his big flat feet slapping on the tiles and his hands flapping.
âThe man farted!â he screamed, and laughed until he began to snort.
Tina, the Basic Ed teacher, came and stood beside me. She draped her arm around her giggling son, for whom the funniest thing in the world always has been, and always will be, farting. âShut up, Damien. Whoâs in the toilet?â she asked.
âThe Minister for Education, Elderly Care and Gaming,â I told her.
âOh, ha ha. Come on, kids, letâs go,â she called, and the boys tumbled off after her. A few seconds later the minister walked out.
âReady, Mr. Degugulo?â I asked.
âYes, thank you,â he answered in a high-pitched voice, and walked unsteadily to the car.
Now Iâm following the grade-three teacher, who is usheringthe minister up the steps of the school and gabbling as if heâs snorted speed.
âOne hundred and twenty-three children, four teachers, and three teachersâ aides, you canât complain about that for efficiency, Minister. Productivity up eleven percent in the last two years. All local children. We have a need, oh yes, we have a real need in the community. Where would they go, you ask? Theyâd have to go to a school forty kilometers away, a one-hour bus ride with all the pickups along the way, thatâs two hoursâ travel a day, into a school that already has seven hundred children. We run a sports program, oh no, you wonât find an obesity problem in this school population . . .â He pauses, looks down, and pats his paunch. âWell, maybe the teachers could use a little work, but the children are fit and healthy and the grades theyâre getting, Minister, weâre in the top twenty in the state for that even though . . .â
I drop back discreetly as he leads the minister into the headmasterâs office, where the headmaster has appeared in a clean suit and spectacles, sitting behind his desk and shuffling papers.
âWhere are you?â I ask Helen on the mobile. âIâm alone here with a traumatized member of parliament and a grade-three teacher whoâs taken mind-altering drugs. Did I tell you I think heâs gay?â
âFigures. Iâm on my way. We had an emergency at the surgery and I had to stay an extra half-hour while the doc fixed the guy up. Some idiot from the abattoir with a bone splinter in his eye.â
Iâm standing on the school steps when she pulls up.
âWhat do you want me to do?â she asks.
âI donât know. Weâve had a couple of hiccups. Heck dismembered a cow and spattered the minister with gore.â
âOh.â
âAnd Kyleen told him
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