“Job good finished,” Manah protested. “Mostly final cleaning left. Let me show you.” Then, without hesitation, he led them, with Alberts by his side, through the lobby and down the left hallway. Manah waved his arm grandly, as if he was explaining a spectacular vista. The schoolmaster looked at Wynn sheepishly, smiling softly. Wynn had met the schoolmaster on a previous visit to the old damaged school next door. The two of them followed behind Manah and Alberts.
“All is ready for finishing,” Manah continued.
“How can you say that? Everywhere I look, stuff still needs doing,” Alberts retorted, frustrated.
Manah launched into an accelerating monologue about why he felt that the building, regardless of today’s impressions, was actually finished. Cengo, walking behind them, struggled to kee
