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It was strange, he thought, for the priest to refer to the Indian kids with such a term but he chose not to mention it to the thin man behind the desk. Instead he let his eyes run around the office until he observed, as if for the first time, how uncomfortable the priest was behind his desk. It seemed this collar was choking him and his voice sounded as if coming out somewhat squeezed, suppressed, violated. His spectacles shone in the strong daylight, a sunny day outside these walls, which reflected its powerful sun rays, though a little camouflaged by reflections and thoughts galloping in his head. Anton turned his glance toward the wall; his movement was captured by the eyes of the other man, who now smiled broadly and said,

“Absolutely, don’t you agree?” he was meaning the big sign with the strong wording.

“But, yes, of course” Anton replied no giving him the chance to carry on with his inquiring manner. “Would you like me to bring proof of my schooling?”

“No, no need for that. I’d like you to go down to the basement and meet our current man of all trades, Mr. Kelly, who will give you the heads up of what he usually does”, and with these words the priest got up and Anton walked with him out of the office. At the door of his office the priest signaled to Gladys to come close and upon her reaching them he said to her, “take Mr. Jonas to Mr. Kelly and let them spend some time together. Not any later than the recess time, though”

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