“What happened to your hand?” Noah said as he examined André’s right hand the following morning. It was wrapped in gauze and had smelled purely of a kind of antibiotic ointment.
He could tell he had a rough night.
“Nothing big. David just made me dig up an entire drainage system over at the back,” he said and tossed several cereals straight from the carton to his mouth.
Noah frowned at what he just did. “Eat properly. Just pour the cereal on a bowl. It’s not that hard to do.”
André just shook his head, his mouth still full of cereals and drank milk straight from the bottle, making Noah just shake his head disapprovingly at him.
“About the punishments,” he started again, staring hard at the gauze wrapped around André’s hand. “We can report them for that, you know? I can get Harrold to
