My head pounded, not a head ache, just the rush of blood at boiling point, vision blurring, head charging like a runaway horse. Not that I've ever ridden a horse. They creep me out. Almost as much as Marianne, standing out in the hallway with a satisfied smile on her lips. That woman. If I had it my way, and there were no repercussions, I'd shove her precious feather dusters where the sun doesn't shine....
'What we're you two up to in there.' Marianne hushed her voice, as if under the guise that we were friends sharing gossip. Like I'd lower my defences and give her the play by play. I walked straight past her, there had to be something that needed doing around here. And if Marianne had any suspicions about what I'd been doing in the staff room I needed to put some space between myself an
