My fingers hurt and then went numb, but the ordeal had passed.
For the first time, but sadly, not the last, I was in that unenviable position. How I dragged my feet walking the two miles home that day! Would Jan or Lyn tell on me when they got home? I had done enough dreadful things to them in my sinful past to warrant it. Had either of them done to me the evil things I had done to them - with spear grass darts for example, often thrown at the back of their dresses when coming home from school - I might have seriously considered such a satisfying retaliation.
|Illustration by Watto|