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Mrs. Winston was in a flap as Salmon came through the door. She hammered away at her keyboard and he managed to catch a glimpse of the School letterhead spread across the screen.
“You’re late,” she snapped, then turned and gave him a studied glance. “And you haven’t shaved.”
“It was, er, quite a night, Mrs Winston.”
“Yes, well I need to talk to you about that. But not now, all hell has broken loose. There’s been another accident out on the highway and it is seriously bad. Something awful has happened down in Bodmin, as well. Awful, like something out of a nightmare, or America. This sort of thing usually happens there, not here. Unprecedented in all my years, probably in anyone else’s too. I’m going to close the school for the day.”
He gaped at her, “You’re what?” She went back to
