17 March 2012

The guilty heart needs no accuser

Mental Health
Chapter one, revisited. 
The superintendent was a bulgy-eyed bulldog of a former college wrestling champion. He paced as though he were restrained by a chain, barely held in check. His voice even barked when he spoke. He did not tolerate sick leave, snow days, long recess or comparisons to the headmistress of the school in a certain book by Roald Dahl. 
He was troubled (more of a boiling preparatory rage than an anxiety) by rumors that one of his star principals was getting a little bit strange, and he resolved to pay Brink a visit. 

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