“Congratulations,” said the naked principal when Cilla entered his office for their “pow-wow.” “You’re not dead!”
As good a mood as Cilla was in after receiving Byron’s poems, Caesar’s remark threw a shroud right over her. “Not yet,” she said coldly. “The godlings like to play with their food.”
“I disagree,” Caesar said flippantly. “I think you’re off the hook. In fact, Ludwig tells me you’re in the clear.”
Cilla distrusted every word from the principal’s mouth, but she played along. “No more death sentence?”
“You’ll be able to receive that Teacher of the Century award after all!” said Caesar. He glanced down at the gold hoop in his newly-pierced left n****e, then looked to Cilla for approval. “Like the piercing? I’m getting my scrotum done next.”
Ignoring his n****e, Cilla l
