Eighty-Six
Penelope Peters
The school psychologist was a tall, older man who wore glasses, a tweed sweater vest, and slacks. “Lady Godford, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for so long as Headmistress Summers requested, but it seems that every time you would have had time there was so much going on. So, I’m relieved that now we’re finally getting to sit down and have a chat.”
“The Headmistress wanted me to speak with you before?” I asked. This was news to me. But everything was news to me. I had no memory of my life at Hollow Hills Academy before the explosion.
“Yes,” he said, adjusting his glasses which had fallen off of his nose a little bit. “You see, you’ve been through so much this year she th
