He got a certificate at the end of year assembly in July, which he was mortified by, and which is on his wall.
The fifty-one lunchboxes went back to their families over about a fortnight. Every one, matched up, mostly by the notes. Two we never traced and they are in our garage.
The four hundred dollars in loose money went into the R. Fund too.
Ruthie Okoro was given a cheque by the parents’ association in June for four hundred and something dollars — I don’t know the number, it wasn’t mine to know — and she has told at least three people it was completely unnecessary, and she has also told my husband that she cried in the car.
Effie is three now. She has eleven words and she walks like she’s late for something.
She and Felix have a routine at the fence involving a specific bucket.
The dress is in a box at Perrin’s, ruined, and Perrin has told me twice that she will be buried with it and I do not think she is entirely joking.
