Speaking of lunch, there were a few cases of advanced malnutrition among the newer kids.The ones who were a little slow in handing over a cut of their lunch money and were therefore barred from the cafeteria. Monk ran a tight ship. I admit it. I'm five foot five, and when the Kobras slithered by, with or without Monk,I shrank. And I admit this, too: I paid up on a regular basis. And I might add: so would you. This school was old Monk's Garden of Eden. Unfortunately for him, there was a serpent in it.The reason Monk didn't recognize trouble when it was staring him in the face is that the serpent in the Kobras Eden was a girl. Practically every guy in school could show you his scars. Fang marks from Kobras, you might say. And they were all highly visible in the shower room: lumps, lacerations, blue bruises, you name it. But girls usually got off with a warning Except there was this one girl named Priscilla Roseberry. Picture a girl named Priscilla Roseberry, and you'll light years be off. Priscilla was, hands down, the largest student in our particular institution of learning. I'm not talking fat. I'm talking big. Even beautiful, in a bionic way. Priscilla wasn't inclined toward organized crime. Otherwise, she could have put together a gang that would turn Klutter's Kobras into garter snakes. Priscilla was basically a loner except she had one friend. A little guy named Melvin Detweiler. You talk about The Odd Couple. Melvin's one of the smallest guys above midget status ever seen. A really nice guy, but, you know-little They even had lockers next to each other, in the same bank as mine. I don't know what they had going. I'm not saying this was a romance. After all, people deserve their privacy.