ascend to the rooms above. One of us accidentally tripped
as the line started to move, placing us slightly out-of-step
with our fellows, and Euan emitted a giggle. Suddenly,
Mr. Halliburton, descended upon us and
idate me. "I'm going to tell my dad about you!" I declared,
while he deliberated his next move. An internal struggle
class!" As Euan moved off, Halliburton pulled me back,
lowered his voice and muttered "Don't ever threaten me
with your father again." Yeah, that'd be right - adults
wouldn't put up with his p*sh, but kids could be
easily intimidated. Except for me that is.
I caught up with Euan as he dabbed his tears
away with the back of his hands. He forced out a
giggle - "Hee hee - that always works" he whimpered,
sheepishly and unconvincingly. Yeah, sure - but even
so it was no excuse to abandon dignity and self-respect.
However, Mr. Halliburton never tried to bully me or
lay his hands on me again in all my remaining time
at primary. That's what I call a result!
Next: Another tale about the tears of Euan.