James looked at his teacher.
"Miss?" he asked.
"Yes?" asked Miss Jones.
"Could I try some of your wine, please?"
"Yes," said Miss Jones. The two of them drank together for a while.
"I feel really sick," said James after a while. He threw up in the hatstand.
"You will keep it a secret that I did that, won't you?" he asked.
"Yes," said Miss Jones.
"Good night, Miss," said James, staggering up the stairs.
Mr. Smth came down again.
"More problems," he said. "The hotel say the school hasn't paid the bill and we're all going to get kicked out tomorrow. I don't know where we're going to go. I'm so angry. Aren't you?"
"Yes," said Miss Jones.
"Fancy a beer?" he asked.
Miss Jones stared at the wall and listened to the sea.
"Yes," she said.
"Fancy moving into my room?" asked Mr. Smith.
Miss Jones said...
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