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Elvira
felt the sudden rush of anticipation for her evening's activities. She could take all
night going through Kathy's untidy desk. And she'd need lots of time to get everything
back in the same mess it always was. It was one thing to poke through their desks, but she
didn't want what she had done to be obvious.
It
didn't matter what time she got home for supper. Her husband was used to Elvira staying
late at school to finish her work.
Elvira's
thoughts moved to that interfering old busybody, Molly O'Connor, the librarian. Molly
seemed to think she was in charge of the teachers and the school. She'd soon have to be
put in her place. Elvira didn't approve of those after-school string classes Molly and her
side-kick were running in the school, either-all those extra people traipsing in and out,
dirtying up the place-especially when they weren't totally under her jurisdiction. She
would soon be telling the O'Connor woman that her classes could no longer be held at
Driftwood School. She had other plans for the rooms and the spaces. Molly would be upset.
She was so drippy about 'her children'. Silly woman. But it would get rid of her. She'd
want to move to another school if she couldn't have her cello and bass classes at this
school.
And
the library. What a colossal mess. Every surface covered with half completed projects and
stuffed animals Molly insists on collecting to give to kids she thinks need something to
cuddle. She's such a sot. She seems to think school is a haven for the children, so the
whole library is filled with displays of junk and what she calls "feely toys."
Posters cover every available wall surface and easy chairs and cushions litter the room so
the children can "get comfortable with a book" as signs tell them to. Such gooey
sloppiness. Elvira shook her head as she thought about it. One way or another, Molly would
be gone next year for sure.
When
she was certain everyone had left the school, Elvira went quickly and quietly up the
stairs to Grossbar's room. As she passed the library, she glanced in and curled her lip in
distaste before moving down the hall to Kathy's room.
It
was barely half an hour after she began pawing through the papers on Kathy's desk when
Elvira found the tantalizing letters. As she read them, she licked her lips, like the
butcher's dog seeing a big juicy bone. She became excited. This was better than she'd
hoped for. It was all the ammunition she needed to keep Kathy under her thumb for the rest
of the year and to get rid of her at the end of the term.
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