Chapter Thirteen
Black spots swam in her vision after an eye-blinding flash.
‘O’Brien.’ Rhys’ voice held a note of warning.
Sally blinked furiously, trying to work the dark circles away. Finally, she made out the blurry silhouette of Martin O’Brien.
‘You two look plenty cosy, if I don’t say,’ Martin said, with a smirk that sparked a fission of anger through her.
‘Of course. There’s always an element of familiarity between a student and her teacher. In fact, Rhys has taught me a lot.’ Sally said, paying particular attention to her vowels.
‘I bet he has.’
Her anger sparked. She squared him up, planting hands on her hips. ‘So you think there’s something funny about free education for adults? Tell me, how would you go without a basic education? Would you have gotten where you are withou
