The headmaster decided to expel the boy after a mature consideration.

The eucharistical part of our daily devotions.

And employing the innate gift for mimicry he'd always had – a gift which had made his father roar with laughter even when he was tired and feeling down – Jack 'did' Morgan Sloat. Age fell into his face as he laddered his brow the way Uncle Morgan's brow laddered into lines when he was pissed off about something.

I vowed to be upsides with him.