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"I thought you might need these," he said, offering the clothes to me. I took them, placed them down on the chair. "I'm sorry, Bill," the boy said. "Thanks, Tony." "If you want to talk about it....Well, I'd better go," he said, turning and closing the door behind him. "Why don't you get changed," I told Jennings,"and let's go to the headmaster’s house." Jennings stood, took off his robe, dropping it on the couch, and slipped on his pants and shirt. "Do I look okay?" "No, but it doesn't matter," I said with a forced smile. He nodded. "William," Mrs. Fisher said, "I'm terribly sorry." She leaned forward and pulled him toward her, held him awkwardly. Jennings offered no resistance, pulling back only when her grip had lightened. "Come, please, let's sit down, have something to eat. It'll make you feel better," the headmaster said, motioning us into the dining room. The dining table had been set, laced table mats protected the table from the cutlery, and a small vase of roses filled the center space. The headmaster pulled back a chair for Jennings, waved me to one on the other side and then sat down beside his wife. A pot of tea had been placed on the sideboard and Mrs. Fisher reached for it and began pouring.