I set my fork down, cleared my throat, and raised my hand. Mrs. Tittlesworth saw me but took a tour of the dining commons before coming up behind my chair. The other children stopped eating and tracked the headmistress’s every move.
“Yes, Mr. McCannor?”
I swallowed nervously. “If I may, ma’am, can I have my letter now? I...I would be truly grateful.”
“Hmm.” She frowned. Without fanfare, and to my great relief, she pulled out the envelope and gave it to me.
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