Josh strode over to the little clock hanging on the wall. “Doesn’t look like much, does it?” he said. “But I’m pretty sure it’s been set to midnight for a long time now.” With a decisive gesture, he reached out to move the minute hand.<\/p>\n
“Well?” Jenny said.<\/p>\n
“Darned thing’s stuck,” he answered. He glanced over at Mr. Symarian, who merely shrugged. It was clear the teacher was being very careful not to interfere.<\/p>\n
“I wonder,” Jenny said. “Maybe it’s just stuck for you.”<\/p>\n
“I don’t get it,” Josh said.<\/p>\n
“Well, after all, she’s my grandmother, not yours.” Jenny walked over to the clock and gave the second hand a little nudge with one finger. It moved easily.<\/p>\n
“Well, I’ll be darned,” Josh said. “You totally called it.”<\/p>\n
“Well you know,” Jenny said, feeling quite pleased with herself, “everybody does something. You’re the path finder, and I, it seems, am the path changer.”<\/p>\n
“Totally,” Josh said enthusiastically. “I tag ’em and you bag ’em.”<\/p>\n
“Yep,” Jenny said, “you see ’em and I tree ’em.”<\/p>\n
“I pick ’em and you sic ’em.”<\/p>\n
Jenny laughed. “You spot ’em then I got ’em.”<\/p>\n
“I name them and you tame them.”<\/p>\n
“You smell ’em and I fell ’em.”<\/p>\n
“I bring ’em and you sting ’em…”<\/p>\n
“Stop!<\/i> I beg you, for God’s sake, please stop!!”<\/p>\n
Josh and Jenny both turned to look at the source of the interruption. “Why Mr. Symarian, you’re shouting,” Jenny said. “Are you ok?”<\/p>\n
“Does it look like I’m bloody ok? If you keep this up any longer my head will explode.”<\/p>\n
“Sorry,” Jenny said, “we were just, you know, having fun.” Then she had a worrisome thought. “You don’t mean that, um, literally, do you?”<\/p>\n
“No Jenny, not literally. I was employing a metaphor.” The teacher managed to get hold of himself. “Well, at least one thing is quite obvious.”<\/p>\n
“What’s that,” Josh asked.<\/p>\n
Mr. Symarian looked from Josh to Jenny and then back again. “You two are perfect for each other.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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