ɪᴍᴘxsᴛᴇʀ
” — — Isn’t what I’m here
for.”
The fragment is uttered tactfully
and her words are woven with
the hint of a southern French
accent.
”I’m not a student.”
" oh. "
[ he blinks and lifts his head,
red pen falling to the side.
he’s never bothered by
anyone other than students–
and mrs. hannig down the hall. ]
“ what’re you here for? ”