“That’s what school is for,” said Father. “And that’s where you’ll be going again, next week. You can regale them all with stories of your travels.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” I said. “Being so far from home and seeing so many strange things, the main thing I learned was how much I’ve yet to discover.”
I looked at Mr. Scant as I said this. He was in valet mode just then, standing attentively by the door, but he caught my eye as I spoke those words and nodded a slow nod.
“So much more to learn,” I said to myself, as I finished my beef and neatly placed my knife and fork onto the center of my plate.
About the Author
Bryan Methods grew up in a tiny village south of London called Crowhurst. He studied English at Trinity College, Cambridge, and has been working on a PhD on First World War poets. He currently lives in Tokyo, Japan, where he loves playing in bands, fencing, and video games.
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