Chapter Eight
A Punishing Weekend: Saturday Evening
We got back to the house at about four o’clock. Laura was still wading through a pile of school marking – the bane of any teacher’s life. “Another hour of this to go I’m afraid,” she moaned.
Christine admitted she also had some marking to do, and I said I may as well get on with some lab reports I’d brought with me. So for the next couple of hours we all worked diligently on our respective tasks.
Laura was the first to finish. She volunteered to start the dinner, and asked if Spaghetti Bolognese was good for everyone. At six thirty I cleared the dining room table and laid it out with silverware and place mats. We tucked in and chatted about stuff – the girls were moaning about school, I described how crazy our lab schedule was. We all
