The following week, on the first day of school, Fancy was behaving rather sheepishly around him.
“Thank you for inviting me to the reserve,” he said, hoping to make her feel more comfortable.
She smiled and nodded, doing her best to avoid eye contact. She was back in his world now. In her world, she had power. Here, she felt she had none.
Mark, who had heard about Brandon’s visit to the reserve, probably from Fancy, made a point of calling in to Brandon’s classroom before lessons started.
“Can’t believe you did that,” he said, wrinkling his nose. “Better get your hair checked for nits.” He pretended to check Brandon’s hair. “Mate, you’re crawling!”
He left the room chuckling.
At lunchtime, Brandon was on playground duty when he noticed a group of his students standing around in a sma
