Of Meatballs and Moustaches, or The Ferret, the Wrench, and the Board Probe
Posted onBedlam Christian School had been closed for four days after the accident. This was their first day back. A glum and heavily bandaged Gordon Winkle sat at the table in the Bedlam faculty lounge, his finger lightly tracing the burnt stubble beneath his nose where his once glorious moustache had resided. No one sat beside […]
