by Arthur Gardiner
a double espresso, in a porcelain cup, not a paper, cup
'No, William. Eight plus seven is not ten. Does anyone know how much is eight plus seven?'
A forest of eager little hands itched to win her approval.
'Yes, Miss Roberts?'
'How much is eight plus seven.'
'Is it twelve, miss?'
'No, Evelyn. No it is not twelve. Do not guess, girl
Evelyn did not lower her hand.
'Evelyn, you've answered the question. You were incorrect, so now it is the turn of someone else.'
The hand remained in the air.
'Evelyn, please lower your hand.'
'But miss... please, miss, can I go pee, miss?'