NEW AUTHORS SHOWCASE
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03-01-11 12M p3 |
The Golden Thread by Monica Carly |
SYNOPSIS: All goes well until Maria steals the scene, attracting Stefano's attention. Annoyed, Claudia decides to ask him to her college summer ball, which proves to be a magical evening, culminating in lovemaking, and, Claudia feels sure, a marriage proposal. She cannot forgive Maria, and goes through the torture of handing her baby over for adoption.
The sea of young faces swam before her eyes, wave after wave of children, filling the hall, sitting in precise rows in ascending order of age. The little ones in the front rows gazed up at the members of staff in some perplexity, not appreciating the momentous nature of the scene they were witnessing. The older ones at the back lolled casually on their chairs, bodies unwillingly present, minds elsewhere, longing for the talking to be over. They were used to seeing her firm expression, her upright stance, dark-rimmed spectacles perched on her nose. They were also well aware of their head teacher’s reputation for sternness. This might be her last day at the school but they weren’t going to take any chances. Suppose she decided to keep them in today of all days! They wouldn’t put it past her. A low profile was best. Brenda Walsingham knew, better than anyone, how much Kingdown Junior owed to Claudia’s total dedication over the past thirty years and in particular as head teacher for the last seventeen. She finished her speech by saying that Claudia would be sorely missed when the new school year began by staff and pupils alike. “My class did very well last term! Their final assessment was 68% above average!” “That may be so, and I agree that was good. But we must build on it quickly - it’s important not to let things slip this term.” “She’s on to everything,” he had grumbled, when back in the staffroom for his precious mid morning break, angrily gulping down a cup of coffee and making short work of a couple of KitKats. Today Claudia, renowned for her ability to address an audience competently, even at short notice, was clearly ill at ease. She clutched the large bouquet of flowers that had just been presented to her and tried to control the tight band across her chest. The children sensed that their head teacher was, for once, uncertain of herself and it made them feel uncomfortable. She turned to include the staff as she said, “I shall take special delight in the book on Greece. That was a very thoughtful gift.” The presentation of the book, carefully wrapped in blue paper, had taken place earlier in the staffroom. Brenda had handed it over to her with the words, “This is a small token of our esteem and our gratitude for all you have done to keep this school consistently up to a high standard. Please accept it with our love.” Claudia let out an involuntary gasp when a beautiful tome entitled The Glories of Greece emerged from the wrapping paper. She quickly turned the pages noting the comprehensive text and the variety of its many photographs and illustrations. She smiled, clearly touched by their thoughtfulness. Normally she kept social interaction with her staff to a minimum. She never discussed personal issues or talked to anyone about her private life. Her colleagues were aware that she lived alone, with Socrates, her cat. Once, when Socrates was ill, she had broken her own rule and confided to the kindly reception class teacher, Jane Longman, how worried she was about him and that she would take him to the vet that afternoon. Jane put her head round Claudia’s study door the next day to enquire whether Socrates health had improved, to be rewarded with a fairly brusque, “He’s much better, thank you.” Claudia had then changed the subject. On this, Claudia’s last day at the school, a new and surprisingly relaxed mood prevailed. Carried along on a tide of celebratory events she found an unfamiliar warmth and jollity in the way her staff spoke to her. They even teased her a little. The others laughed jovially. Mary Salter, the teacher in charge of English, waited for a response, secretly wondering if she had overstepped the mark. But before Claudia could reply Jean Farley, in charge of the Art Room, jumped on the bandwagon. Had she lost out on the camaraderie that obviously existed in the staffroom? The position of head teacher inevitably put you in a lonely place, but this was a necessary part of making it clear who was at the helm. While all the other members of staff exchanged cheery words and banter in the staffroom, she had her own study where people came to her if they needed to speak to her. Claudia responded to their questions. “As it happens I do have a project lined up.”…. |