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Alternative Schooling
I woke to the gentle stroking of a soft hand down the side of my face. I opened my eyes and in the dim light saw the shadowy figure of a girl kneeling beside the bed. Her head was bowed, eyes downcast and her long, dark hair fell forward, draping her face. With one hand she stroked my face again, in the other she held a telephone. ?Billy is calling, Sir,? she said softly. Groaning I glanced at the clock as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. As I took the phone from her,...