XIV-IT'S A MATTER OF POETRY

                                                                     XIV

It was time for the next talk. "I want to crawl under a rock and die," I thought as I saw Kate and Beth walk in. They stood in the back, staring at the dais with a stiff neck.  Beth was about to get up when Redman entered.

'What are you doing?' he asked them.

'I need to talk to Anna.'

'Class is about to start, wait until the end.'

'But...'

Redman smiled and waved his hands at her.

I remember speaking mechanically, without my words matching the tone I was using, about the themes of poetry. This time I was supposed to be with people who wanted to learn to write. What were those two scoundrels doing there? Surely they had heard about my horrible speec