“May I come in, Sir.”
As he opened the door slightly, Anderson saw Principal Sanderson seated in his armchair with his socked feet crossed on the desk.
The latter made do to comport himself seeing the student coming in, slipping his feet into his shoes and tugging here and there on his suite.
“Sure, take a seat.”
Anderson sat down.
“Umm. . . you sent for me,” Andy finally said after two breaths of hazardous silence.
“Oh, yes. . . you mean about the photocopying machine? I already got it repaired last Friday. Thanks for making chance to come despite your pressing school schedule.”
Anderson's mouth hung apart in surprise. He felt stupified. He got a text from the man seated before him to come over to the office for a little, helping hand on something, yet here he was all to hear a dif
