Page 37 of Connectio
I learned long ago not to try to figure out how her mind works though, because some things cannot be solved. Like chickens and eggs, and which of the two came first. Carly is a chicken and an egg.
“Excuse me, students and staff,” she says into the school’s PA system. “The toilets and taps in Blue Building are currently out of order. Please do not use them. Instead, use Yellow Building, the recreation room, or—” She pauses then pouts.“—or the office. Thank you.”
“It won’t be for long,” I say. “I’m sure your friend will have it fixed in no time.”
“Afraid not.”
The sound of Will’s toolbox thudding to the floor at my feet again startles me, and I snap my head in his direction.
“Why not?”
“Because I’ve found what appears to be several underground leaks behind the building. I’ll need to bring in the excavator and check all the joins.”
“So you’ll be spending a bit of time here then?” Carly asks, her smile slyer than a Disney villain.
He nods then looks me dead in the eyes. “I’m gonna be here, every day, for the next few weeks.”
What?
