Chapter 13: End of Year Tensions
It was a Wednesday. Brandon had gone across to Mark and Trina’s place for lunch. The minute he stepped into the kitchen he could feel the tension.
“Do you mind if I get a plate?” asked Brandon.
Trina was making her young sons a sandwich. “You know where they are,” she said, curtly.
Brandon went to the cupboard, got the plate, and crept as quietly as he could to the table to eat his lunch.
“I’m sorry, Brandon. For ten years we’ve been teaching in these f*****g…” she whispered the word, “…little backwater places and the f*****g Education Department have passed Mark over for a promotion again. I’m sick of it. Just sick of it.”
Brandon didn’t know what to say. Fortunately, he didn’t have to say anything.
“Are you still going on about that?” asked Mark as
