On Monday, right after the morning break, there was Masonry. The class took place outside the main building, in the grounds next to the stables. Lucy sat at her place and stared at the cracked stones. Mr. Carter eyed her but said nothing nor interrupted her inmobile concentration. Carefully, Lucy picked them up one by one. Some had deep, neat fractures, others slight bruises. The touch under her fingers were of different kinds, rough, smooth, sharp.
She looked up, in the distance, trying to clear her mind. Something white moved in the orchard. A white cap. Then a face and the full figure of the nurse walking the path to the back door of the school. Lucy thought she could hear the nurse's heels tip top tip top. The stone in her hand fell. It broke with a smash.
The bell sounded. "Class, dismiss", said Mr. Carter, "work on your papers, ladies and gentlemen, remember they are due by Thursday."
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