Duckling
Only another ten minutes, Wilma Pettigrew thought. One last effort before the weekend! "Another basic plot, anyone?" Her eye roamed the classroom, seeking just one student who wasn't either asleep or already packing books away ready for the great escape to freedom. "Charlotte?" "Cinderella, Miss," Charlotte offered, her eyes rolling to the ceiling. "Very good. Beautiful girl, ugly sisters, which one gets the prince ... one more, anybody? One of you boys. Gerald?" Startled, the...