I will talk to you again in my office, at nine A.M. tomorrow morning, to
give you a more thorough orientation to the school and to explain what I will be expecting of you as a scholarship student.” She turned to Greta.
“Greta, please see Caitlyn settled in her room, and see that she showers.” With a nod she turned on her heel and left.
Caitlyn raised her arm and sneaked a sniff at her armpit. Was Madame Snowe saying she smelled? She caught Greta watching her and lowered
her arm. “Just checking,” she said sheepishly.

Auteur: Lisa Cach