“Forty-five,” Morgana said, incensed.
“Forty-five?” I asked. “Jesus. Jesus Murphy.”
Early September. My wife had just returned to work after the summer break, and we were discussing her new class size. Yes, forty-five students. It couldn’t be helped. There was runoff from the education farms and every teacher in the province had to pitch in. The exigencies of pullulation had overridden all manner of pedagogical sense, not to mention union rules. This number would have been harrowing enough, shocking enough, except Morgana had an additional problem. Harpies: The Musical! had not yet been staged. Carolina kept delaying its debut as she added more and more scenes, more and more cast members. The production had grown by twelve blomers over the Labour Day weekend alone. With no end to the r
