Chapter Thirteen
On Friday, after classes, Pepper Darling came to our room. She entered without knocking.
“Devaki,” she said, “Dr. Pompeii wants to talk to you.”
I glanced at her, wondering why Miss Pompeii would want to talk to me.
“Now,” Pepper said.
“All right.” I turned over my English textbook, laid it face-down on my bed, and hurried to follow Pepper out the door.
At Octavia Pompeii’s office, Pepper knocked once and opened the door. “Here she is, Dr. Pompeii.”
“Hello, Raji. Have a seat. I’ll be just a moment.” She looked over the letter she was writing, then began another paragraph. “Hold on a minute, Pepper,” she said, without looking up. “I need you to typewrite this for me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
After a moment, Miss Pompeii stood and handed the letter to Pepper.
Pepper glanced
