Triumph Over Adversity 3-in-1 Collection. Casey Watson

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СКАЧАТЬ she was already removed from the situation there wasn’t any clear and present danger, and my hunch was that everyone would suggest it was in her best interests – particularly re the selective mutism – for it to indeed be a case of business as usual, particularly if it transpired, and I was still confident it would, that her father had not been involved.

      But that still left a hole in my brain’s Sherlock Holmes region. It was no longer my job to investigate anything. It was now in the hands of the professionals. And, as if to remind me, when I returned to the Unit after lunch break it was to find my attention drawn to the collection of pine cones in the corner, which took my thoughts to Christmas, and, by extension, to Shona, who was sitting with Molly currently, but staring into space.

      It was a mental gear change, and an important one, as I had six children to think about, and for one of them, at least, the coming festivities would be incredibly difficult. I was very aware how much time was devoted in school to Christmas – not just to the occasion itself and the opportunities for fostering the children’s spiritual education, but to the day-to-day business of planning Christmas-related events, such as the special assemblies, the making and giving of cards, the various decorating sessions, the end-of-term parties and the community activities, such as the school’s annual carol service at the local church, for which I had a smidgin of a germ of an idea.

      All of this, for Shona, would be torture. And I was also mindful that her ‘secret’ hinted at a difficult set of circumstances, ones that, in reality, only time could make better.

      Which put another small idea into my head. As she’d not known how long I’d be out of the Unit, Kelly – ever the human dynamo – had already organised everything for that afternoon’s lessons, which would be maths followed by science.

      As Shona’s maths was generally sound, bordering on comfortably above average, I decided I would pull her out of the first half of the afternoon, so we’d have some privacy to chat, if she felt so inclined. It would also give me a chance to bring up the secrets box, if it seemed appropriate, though I was mindful that she’d taken pains to keep her secret anonymous, so I’d have to let her take the lead on that.

      The inquest into ‘Where’s Imogen Gone and What Was Wrong with Her?’ dealt with (easily attributed to a 24-hour tummy bug), I had a quick word with Kelly, then went over to speak to Shona. As well as being good at maths, she had an impressive artistic talent, which, today, served my needs very well. ‘I’m in need of a volunteer,’ I explained, ‘to help me create a thing of beauty for the display wall in the main reception, and I said to myself, “Who’s the undisputed champion of all things creative in the Unit, if not the entire lower school?” And guess which name sprang to mind?’

      Shona smiled delightedly, which was gladdening in itself.

      ‘So you’re up for it?’ I asked.

      ‘I’d love to, Miss,’ she answered.

      ‘Good,’ I said. ‘Grab your coat because it’s cold in the entrance, and let’s go and create a masterpiece, shall we?’

      Putting children’s work on display was a central part of every teaching job, and though I wasn’t strictly speaking a teacher myself – my job title being the slightly more menacing ‘Behaviour Manager’ – I was still on the rota to provide displays for the boards in all the school’s communal areas, and mine was due to replace the current one by the end of that very week.

      I’d already partly prepared and decided upon a theme for our display: a perennial and a bit of a classic, autumn colours. I’d squirrelled away various things already – mostly pictures and drawings, and the main ‘event’ would be the poems they had produced only that morning, which I would have them write out again, in their very best writing, and then decorate around the edges with whatever took their fancy. For now, though, it was a question of preparing the background and, as I suspected, Shona was full of ideas about what might look nice. We’d brought down my big plastic display box – full of all the tools of the trade – and we were soon immersed in choosing borders and materials and possible colours.

      ‘So,’ I said, at length, ‘how are you getting on, love? Are you still seeing your counsellor?’

      Shona nodded. ‘She’s nice. We go for walks sometimes now. Which is nice …’

      She trailed off, then, and I let the silence lengthen. Then, while manoeuvring a particularly petulant piece of border into position, said, ‘I suppose it must be nice to get away from time to time. You know, from your little cousins – have some space for yourself.’

      ‘That’s what she said.’ She handed me the wall-stapler. ‘I’m not that used to it – having so many people around all the time … all the noise.’

      ‘That’s what little ones are best at usually, aren’t they?’

      She nodded. ‘And they want me to play with them all the time. And I try to – I want to be helpful, because I know my auntie’s always so busy …’

      ‘But sometimes you just want to scream – go away!’

      Her answering smile confirmed I’d hit the nail on the head, as well as the staple into the wall. ‘I know what you mean,’ I said. ‘And with the holidays coming up, you’ll have to brace yourself a bit, won’t you?’

      ‘I already am,’ she said, after a pause of presumably reflection. ‘I’m going to miss school – you know, seeing my friends, having stuff to do.’

      ‘You’ll be able to see some of them, though, won’t you? At some point over the holidays? Sales shopping, catching up, that sort of thing?’

      ‘I guess so,’ she said, ‘but it’s like family time, isn’t it?’

      I hesitated, sensing from her body language that she didn’t want to dwell on that. ‘And lots of tedious board games and leftover turkey,’ I decided upon. ‘Though I have a cunning plan for all that.’ I grinned at her. ‘And I know I’ll need to come in here at some point, so I’ll have an official “going to work” day between Christmas and New Year, when I’ll come in here, while it’s quiet, and get my classroom sorted out. Pull down the old displays, get all inspired, set up the backgrounds for all the new ones. That way, when term starts, I’m ready for action – with my walls set up for all the new term’s creations. And have a few hours peace and quiet. Bet it’ll work a treat.’

      I don’t know if it was her expression or just a bolt of inspiration, but an idea pinged on in my head then and there. ‘And you know what? I could always use a helper to do that too – what with being such a shortie. So, there’s a thought; assuming the head’s okay with it, and I telephone your auntie to ask her, would you perhaps like to come in one day and do that with me too?’

      Now it was definitely her expression that cemented it. ‘Could I?’

      ‘I don’t see why not,’ I said. ‘If it’s something you’d like to do.’

      ‘Oh, I’d love to, Miss,’ she said again.

      ‘Then I’d love that too. And I shall pay you in hot chocolate and pink and white marshmallows. That’s the going rate – how does that sound?’

      Her giggle warmed my heart for the rest of the day.

Chapter 18

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