Roger, my teacher, delivered my certificates to me today.
When he phoned I was busy getting breakfast. It was noon. I told him I wasn’t dressed. Then I thought to ask, “Where are you?”, thinking he expected my to fetch my certificates from his home.
“I’m downstairs.”
I thought he meant he was waiting in his car in the yard. I was too excited to wait and dress, so I rushed down in my gown, opened the door and:
