It was a productive day. After reading the 21 year old's essay, Simone had learned two new words: riparian and revisal. They more than made up for the other new term Simone learned that day in the school yard.
"If you don't tell me what the boy did," Simone told the girls who'd approached her, their eyes downcast and their cheeks red, "There's nothing I can do about it. I can't report him. And if you tell me anything, I'll have to tell the office you told me because I didn't see what he did for myself. You decide and let me know, okay?"
Simone left and went back to her rounds while the two girls deliberated. At long last, they returned.
"Okay," one of them burst out in a rush. "We'll tell you. Ready?" She asked her friend. Her friend nodded, eyes fixated on her friend's boots. "I'll go first. You go next."
Simone frowned, thoroughly puzzled by their behaviour.
"Tea," said the first one.
"Bag," said the second.
They looked at Simone expectantly. Simone stared back. "What the heck does that mean?" She said.
The girls looked crestfallen.
"Is it something of a sexual nature?" Simone hazarded, raising her left eyebrow in inquiry.
The girls nodded eagerly, their cheeks crimson once more.
"Okay," Simone sighed. "I'll let the office know."
"What the heck does that mean?" Cried the vice-principal when approached. "I'll have to ask the girls when I call them in," she sighed.
Simone shrugged. "I have no idea what it means either. I'm going to Google it when I go home."
Tea b...
Oh, for crying out loud...
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