A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker - The Woody Back to School ...
A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker - The Woody Back to School ...
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A <strong>Life</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Day</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Rosemary</strong> <strong>Booker</strong><br />
Out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> corner <strong>of</strong> my eye I saw Deborah do<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong><br />
same th<strong>in</strong>g. She was not look<strong>in</strong>g best pleased.<br />
As I said earlier <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> week Deborah was<br />
treated <strong>to</strong> a late-night dose <strong>of</strong> Claire’s cane. At least<br />
that time it had noth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> do with me and <strong>in</strong>volved<br />
Debs gett<strong>in</strong>g distracted by some tennis-jock, studmuff<strong>in</strong><br />
whisper<strong>in</strong>g sweet noth<strong>in</strong>gs <strong>in</strong> her ear on her<br />
cell-phone and miss<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> lockdown bell.<br />
As usual it had been a spectacularly impressive<br />
whopp<strong>in</strong>g and I suspect that she was not look<strong>in</strong>g for<br />
a second help<strong>in</strong>g quite so soon.<br />
I heard <strong>the</strong> rattle <strong>of</strong> Claire putt<strong>in</strong>g her cane<br />
down on <strong>the</strong> sideboard. She shrugged <strong>of</strong>f her blazer<br />
and hung it on a hook on <strong>the</strong> back <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> door. I<br />
watched her as she carefully unfastened <strong>the</strong> cuffs <strong>of</strong><br />
her crisp white blouse and turned <strong>the</strong>m back. She<br />
unfastened <strong>the</strong> <strong>to</strong>p but<strong>to</strong>n <strong>of</strong> her blouse and loosened<br />
her red Elite tie. She retrieved <strong>the</strong> cane.<br />
I was becom<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>creas<strong>in</strong>gly nervous as she<br />
padded across <strong>the</strong> room <strong>in</strong> her crepe soled bro<strong>the</strong>l<br />
creepers.<br />
At <strong>Woody</strong>s everyth<strong>in</strong>g is performed <strong>in</strong> a<br />
ritualistic manner. If more than one gal is <strong>to</strong> be<br />
beaten <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> thrash<strong>in</strong>gs are delivered <strong>in</strong><br />
alphabetical order <strong>of</strong> our surnames. As my last name<br />
beg<strong>in</strong>s with ‘B’ I was scheduled <strong>to</strong> get it first.