He'd think was trying to make a fool of him, making him believe was a teacher. Me, Carla Carter, part-time catering assistant, writing to him about poetry.
I could be off sick. could swap with Jeannie. She could do the teachers' breaks. or I could say Jade was ill.
No. That wouldn't work. Steve had my name, and my address. sat down and spread out his letter again, then I went to the drawer and got his other letters. I'd never had letters all really was, like that before and was never going to again, not after Steve knew who I really was