The College: Receiving An Education

Chapter Three-3

Outside the weather had deteriorated and it was now blowing up into a quite heavy rainstorm. I could hear it lashing against our closed windows. The nearest post box was half a mile away, and I decided that I might as well start as I meant to go on. Calling Peter, I instructed him to get his coat, and to take and post my letter. As an after thought, and probably with a slight touch of sadism, I decided to tell him that he needed the exercise, so he was to walk!

“But it’s raining!” he complained.

“You don’t rust you know, now get going!” I said to Peter clearly so there could be no misunderstandings.

Giving in, he picked up my letter quite grumpily, and left for the distant mail box. I watch as he trudged down our drive with his shoulders all hunched up, and his hands thrust deep into his coat pockets. “Serves you right,” I said aloud. “Serves you damn well right!”

One month had passed since I submitted our application forms and cheque. During that month, I had wondered repeatedly if I was doing the right thing, but it was too late now, they were sent, and besides, the cheque has finally cleared through my account.