A lovely story about fitting square pegs into round holes…
by Kath Beattie and Kelvin Smythe
‘Why do I write Wednesday?’ ‘Here we go,’ she thought.
The rest of the children thought so too, looking up from their writing, their faces alight with the prospect of what could follow.
‘Because it is Wednesday.’
Reuben hadn’t picked up from her tone that things had changed; not surprising, though, given that a hint of her usual teasing manner with him persisted.
To Reuben’s mind, what she’d said, and how she’d said it, would still act like a red rag to a bull, perhaps a Red Bull to his whizzing thought processes.
‘But it might be Sunday.’
She tried to ignore him.
‘Has everyone written “Wednesday” at the top of their page? And the date?’ ‘If it’s Sunday, the date won’t be right either.’
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