Miss Timmins' School for Girls by Nayana Currimbhoy

Author:Nayana Currimbhoy
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2011-06-30T16:00:00+00:00

Nineteen

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Miss Raswani disappeared the same day. When she did not come to dinner, the Willoughby ayah took her a meal tray, only to find her room clean and empty except for a pile of brown-paper-covered textbooks on the desk. We were told the next morning.

But by then, Nelson had already been taken into custody. Because of us.

That morning, after I left Raswani’s room we garnished the liaison between Nelson and Prince, on the hospital steps.

Nelson liked nymphets, said Shobha, and she should know, since she was reading Lolita with a torch under the blankets. That is what she kept in her purse, we agreed. Pictures of young girls, perhaps even of us. Maybe she took pictures of us through bathroom chinks. “Does anyone remember hearing a click while changing in Upper Willoughby?” asked Shobha with an excited shudder.

It must have begun while Prince was growing up with those ghastly saintly parents. They came to our school raising a storm of Christian dust, telling us stories with pictures painted on a felt board. They had an irritating pious air about them, and sang soulful duets. We had no idea they had a daughter until she came to teach abruptly in the middle of the winter term two months after their sudden deaths. There had been a memorial service in the church after they died, when we were in standard eight. I remember Miss Nelson sitting in her usual seat—up front, with the church choir—and blowing her red nose during the one minute of silence.

Nelson, who was supposed to have been their trusted family friend, had ravished their daughter. “Come sit on my lap, dear,” she must have said, reading to Prince from the Bible in the evenings. And who would suspect an aunt?

Our mothers had warned us about the uncles. No arms around shoulders, no sitting on laps, and if they pat you on the back too often, you just come and tell me. But even the most paranoid of mothers had never thought to warn us against an aunt.

Brilliant. Lesbian aunt ravishes young girl who turns into a lesbian herself. Lesbian aunt pretends to be a saint. After murdering her ravishee, she donates a plaque in the church to the poor parents and their wayward daughter. “Twisted, man, truly twisted,” said Akhila with glee.

“You have to admit Prince is the most interesting teacher in this place,” said Shobha.

“You mean she was,” I said, and felt a shiver down my spine. Actually, I had never liked Miss Prince. I found her self-absorbed and erratic. I blamed her for getting poor Apt involved in all this. I felt Prince had deliberately preyed on Apt because she was insecure and innocent. But now I felt sorry for Prince too.

“Remember the time she brought those balloons to the hockey pitch last term, on that hot day, and instead of playing hockey we filled the balloons with water, split into two teams, and had a water fight?” Prince had kept a stack of balloons beside her and thrown them at us randomly.

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