S habbos and Sunday were blissfully peaceful. The sun was shining the birds were singing and Mrs. Levison was out of my mind. Then came Monday. It wasn’t even like I was in a Monday mood when we walked to school; Dassi was rattling on about some shoe she’d liked in the store but it hadn’t fit. It was Monday all the same.
Everything was going pretty smoothly until recess when I received an urgent summons via my cousin Malki that Mrs. Levison wanted to speak to me right away. My first thought was to report as ill to Mrs. Gordon immediately or pretend I was having a delayed concussion. My second thought was that I did not want to be whizzed off to the hospital. My third thought consequently was to get it over and done with. So off I trotted.
Mrs. Levison was not in her office. I almost breathed a deep sigh of relief and went to enjoy my granola bar breakfast when I happened to look out the window by the stairs at the front garden. And I had to hold the banister to steady myself.
Mrs. Levison wearing some strange white outfit was standing next to a lady with similar garb. Behind them was a van bearing the logo: “Honey’s Apiary.” What on earth was going on? I dashed outside.
