“Why are you helping?”

His thumb stopped tapping for a moment.

“He hasn’t changed.”

Before I could ask what he meant, the first children reached the bus.

I moved away and went to Nora’s counter.

Frank’s request had reached the administration.

After checking my identification, Nora arranged for me to inspect the relevant papers and receive copies through the school’s procedure.

Ronald had submitted information saying I was too ill to attend meetings and wanted him to handle school matters.