THE FERALS 


By Tessa Harvey


Jill tapped on the principal's door and was called inside. Judy moved from behind her desk , motioned for Jill to take one of the easy chairs and sat near her with a smile.

"I'm here to give notice," Jill stated without preamble, and waited for a response. Despite her bravado, she was wondering if she was doing the right thing. Too late now, she thought.

The principal regarded her, thoughtfully. "You know, Jill, I really value you, and have sensed your restlessness. I want you to do what you feel is best for your life. If you decide to return, we can discuss that. Sometimes you can be abrupt," Judy added gently, "but you have a real gift. It isn't easy dealing with children. They can be difficult at any age."

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