reading his magazine. He intended to ridicule him in front of all the other students, given that it was the last class of the year. Proud of his plan, he decided to make his attack at said at top volume:
“Mr. Namara, could you tell me what exactly you think of the excerpt I’ve been discussing?”
“I don’t think too much about it.”
The fat teacher had a little arrogant grin looking at the other students in his class. “Ahhh. I see! And why is that, Mr. Namara?”
“I don’t really like the book in question.”
“Ohhhhhh. Mr. Namara has his opinions on the pertinence of the course syllabus. Could you at least name the author in question in this case?” he sniggered, proud of the turn of events.
Danny began to boil with rage.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t listen to you,” he snapped.
“Of course you didn’t listen! You are above everything, aren’t you? Bravo, Mr. Namara, you have a good future ahead of you. You are the perfect example of someone with no future. A good-for-nothing. Your nonchalance is pitiful. In short, Mr. Namara, you could say that you are living proof that pickles aren’t always found in pots!”
“Yes, it’s possible, sir. However, you are equally living proof that beer guts aren’t always found in bars.”
The class guffawed. All the pupils couldn’t stop laughing and they applauded. Some cried tears of mirth. The fat teacher turned red with frustration and sweat dripped down his face. He looked at Danny with flashes of rage in his eyes, but Danny held his gaze without flinching. He said to himself that the pig was asking for it.
“That’s enough! Stop laughing! There’s nothing amusing!” he yelled.
The more he yelled, the louder they laughed. He left the class in a gust of smelly wind and slammed the door. That would be the last time he saw the fat teacher and the last class he had before receiving his diploma at graduation.
CHAPTER 8
Quebec City, September 2001.
“Are you coming to see me tonight?” asked Chandra over the phone.
“I’m working at the restaurant tonight. I’ll come after,” Danny responded.
“I have to get up early tomorrow morning,” she said with a slight contrariness.
“I know, but we still have time to see each other.”
“Yeah, ok. Are you thinking of me?”
“Absolutely. In fact, I was just imagining you in that sexy little black thing I love.”
He heard her laugh over the phone. He adored hearing that laugh and he adored that woman. They met some months ago in class at the university. Chandra was white, tan-skinned and tiny. He noticed her the moment he saw her. She had been sitting beside him and she smiled at him. They had been inseparable ever since. She was a part-time student, aesthetician by profession. He had fallen in love with her from the beginning. She had been for him a deliverance, because she had given him a sense of life. Every day, he stood stronger with her.
“Hmmm. That’s interesting. Maybe you’ll get a surprise when you come to see me tonight if you’re good,” she said sensually.
“What’ll the surprise be?”
“You’ll see tonight,” she said in a seductive tone.
“I can’t wait.”
“Do you love me?”
“Of course, what a question! And you?”
“ Yes. ‘Til tonight, then, for your surprise. See you later, alligator!”
She hung up the handset and he asked himself how he would hold out until tonight. She made him happy. She had been discreet on her past. He knew little about her and he hadn’t asked many questions. He understood that she didn’t want to mention certain details. He told himself that she would give them to him in time. Time had fixed things for him, so that must be true for her also.
* * *
“You can go, Danny, have a good evening,” said Sammy with a wave of his hand.
“You sure you don’t want help with the tables?” Danny asked.
“No, no. I’ll do them tomorrow.”
“Ok, Sammy, good
“Mr. Namara, could you tell me what exactly you think of the excerpt I’ve been discussing?”
“I don’t think too much about it.”
The fat teacher had a little arrogant grin looking at the other students in his class. “Ahhh. I see! And why is that, Mr. Namara?”
“I don’t really like the book in question.”
“Ohhhhhh. Mr. Namara has his opinions on the pertinence of the course syllabus. Could you at least name the author in question in this case?” he sniggered, proud of the turn of events.
Danny began to boil with rage.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t listen to you,” he snapped.
“Of course you didn’t listen! You are above everything, aren’t you? Bravo, Mr. Namara, you have a good future ahead of you. You are the perfect example of someone with no future. A good-for-nothing. Your nonchalance is pitiful. In short, Mr. Namara, you could say that you are living proof that pickles aren’t always found in pots!”
“Yes, it’s possible, sir. However, you are equally living proof that beer guts aren’t always found in bars.”
The class guffawed. All the pupils couldn’t stop laughing and they applauded. Some cried tears of mirth. The fat teacher turned red with frustration and sweat dripped down his face. He looked at Danny with flashes of rage in his eyes, but Danny held his gaze without flinching. He said to himself that the pig was asking for it.
“That’s enough! Stop laughing! There’s nothing amusing!” he yelled.
The more he yelled, the louder they laughed. He left the class in a gust of smelly wind and slammed the door. That would be the last time he saw the fat teacher and the last class he had before receiving his diploma at graduation.
CHAPTER 8
Quebec City, September 2001.
“Are you coming to see me tonight?” asked Chandra over the phone.
“I’m working at the restaurant tonight. I’ll come after,” Danny responded.
“I have to get up early tomorrow morning,” she said with a slight contrariness.
“I know, but we still have time to see each other.”
“Yeah, ok. Are you thinking of me?”
“Absolutely. In fact, I was just imagining you in that sexy little black thing I love.”
He heard her laugh over the phone. He adored hearing that laugh and he adored that woman. They met some months ago in class at the university. Chandra was white, tan-skinned and tiny. He noticed her the moment he saw her. She had been sitting beside him and she smiled at him. They had been inseparable ever since. She was a part-time student, aesthetician by profession. He had fallen in love with her from the beginning. She had been for him a deliverance, because she had given him a sense of life. Every day, he stood stronger with her.
“Hmmm. That’s interesting. Maybe you’ll get a surprise when you come to see me tonight if you’re good,” she said sensually.
“What’ll the surprise be?”
“You’ll see tonight,” she said in a seductive tone.
“I can’t wait.”
“Do you love me?”
“Of course, what a question! And you?”
“ Yes. ‘Til tonight, then, for your surprise. See you later, alligator!”
She hung up the handset and he asked himself how he would hold out until tonight. She made him happy. She had been discreet on her past. He knew little about her and he hadn’t asked many questions. He understood that she didn’t want to mention certain details. He told himself that she would give them to him in time. Time had fixed things for him, so that must be true for her also.
* * *
“You can go, Danny, have a good evening,” said Sammy with a wave of his hand.
“You sure you don’t want help with the tables?” Danny asked.
“No, no. I’ll do them tomorrow.”
“Ok, Sammy, good
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