“It?” Pete stood up and Hana tensed, knowing the signs. “I’m not getting any of it, so I wouldn’t know!”
The woman ducked just in time and the paperweight missed her by a hair’s breadth. “Bloody hell!” she shrieked as it hit the wall where her face sniggered seconds before.
“Shut up about it!” Pete yelled, a purplish flush spreading up his neck and through his wispy hair. “Just shut up!”
“What did you do?” Sheila emerged from her office to examine the hole in the wall, the paperweight stuck at a jaunty angle in the plasterboard. Pete skittered from the room in a mixture of temper and fear.
The teacher aide bristled. “That guy needs the opposite to Viagra,” she stated and turned to leave. “Who needs a horny sports teacher?”
“Hana,” Sheila called after her. She jerked her head in Hana’s
