Unbelievable! The wench is appealing the decision. Whining that the judge was wrong. Wrong? I’ll show her wrong, and the Mission Committee too.
I sit at a table on Mr. Gregory’s veranda and begin writing. It’s true the judge erred. He should’ve ruled my communication with Mr. Scott was privileged. That would’ve stopped the entire, tawdry spectacle. I had absolutely no malice towards that abominable woman until she filed suit. The judge wouldn’t let me prove her behavior was a pattern. He was wrong in dismissing charges about how the children were treated.
My pen scratches across the paper. Now I’ve got my teeth into things. The entire house of cards will fall. I’ll be reinstated at the College, and after an interval, resign without notice.
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