Their arrogance is so see-through. They don’t know anything. Why has this cunt pushed in, in front of me? No fucking manners. Why can’t she just c...alm down for five fucking minutes? Dick. Keep breathing. Show him. Show them. Why are the decisions always on me? Why do they all fuck with me? They can’t fuck with me. Any of them.Panting, not at what I'm doing, yet, but at the shadows and echos of the outside world and your 'real life', in your head. The moronic letch who makes obvious comments. She came down after nearly half an hour, clean and dressed in her spare school uniform, carrying the dirty ones under her arm. She quickly put her dirties in the washing machine and set it running then we set off for school.We separated at school, Cal going off to French and me to German. Once again I was called out to Mr.James’ office.“You found her?” he said.“Yes, sir, I think I know why she wasn’t coming in, I think it’s solved.”“Something to do with you and her?”“Yes, sir, but I’d rather. I said, “I have good news and bad news. First the good news, Marlit, Pauloa, and Ambat are pregnant, so are 7 other women. The bad news is, in order to save the children, we need to send you to a safe place, and we will not see each other until this problem goes away. It should only be about 15 days give or take a couple days. Now, do you want to go to this safe place or not? Marlit?”“Yes Bob, I want this child of ours.”“Pauloa, how about you?”“Yes Bob, I do so much want this baby of. “Sorry to hear about your loss, Mr Bird,” said one young nurse, sympathetically, before I could speak, “Your father was a real gentleman. We are going to miss him around here.”“Thank you, thank you for comforting him through these last few weeks and days, I know he appreciated you all as I do very much.”All three clucked like mother hens, their own mutual sadness pushed to the background as they switched their caring towards me in my moment of grief.“I wanted to have a quiet word with you,.