A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker - The Woody Back to School ...

5
Inspection
I give the blouse a quick once-over. “Looks
fine to me,” I say her tightly. The truth of the matter
is that it doesn’t matter much what I think.
“Looks fine? Are you blind Booker? Take a
close look at button F3, it’s significantly cracked and
should have been replaced,” she snaps at me.
I know the drill and understand her code.
Button F3 is the third front button counting down
from the top. As I mentioned earlier everything at
Woodys is governed by rules, regulations and
protocols that often include obscure codes and
cyphers. We have more rituals than the Catholic
Church.
Katie is leaning back in her chair with a
fiendish grin on her mush. I contemplate the wisdom
of reaching over and flipping up the heels of her
shoes so that she takes a tumble and lands on her
fool noggin. Unfortunately this course of action would
doubtless result in me being wheeled up on stage
during morning assembly for a public flogging. The
prospect of bending over a vaulting horse for twelve