Still Got It

Chapter Thirteen

A nother week of teaching was coming to a close. Grace had just waved goodbye to the eight- and nine-year-olds she’d been with all morning. A talk on the weather had led to questions about where rainbows came from, which had got a bit technical for her liking. But an exercise to write a sentence using one of the colours of the rainbow had proved a big success and quietened everyone down.

Stelios’s mother, Konstantina, had brought his new dog, Mikey, a Maltese crossbreed, to meet her son from class, which had sent everyone crazy.

While they were fussing over the white ball of fluff, Grace had managed to ask about the boy’s grandfather. She couldn’t really ask Stelios anything in class. She didn’t want to make him cry in front of the others, and he seemed to be making such progress, joining in regularly and venturing his own opinions.