expect to meet me, or not me, exactly, but the person he'd been writing to, who didn't really exist, I have been comesponding with a colleague of yours, Carta Carter, he'd say to the other teachers. Then he'd wait for someone to say, 'Yes, course, Carta's here of she's expecting you.
Colleagues don't wear blue overalls and white caps and work for £3.89 an hour Somebody d remember me asking the Head for his address, and there'd be a whisper running all round, followed by a horrible silence. They'd all look round at the serving-hatch and there I'd be, the big teapat in my hand and a plate of buns in front of me. And Steve'd look too. He'd still be smiling, because that's what you do in a foreign place when you don't know what's going on.