GideonThe new curfew sheet went up at dinner. By dessert, I hated it.It hung on the board by the dining hall doors, one typed page with Mrs. Pruitt’s initials at the bottom in green ink. I read it standing up, with my tray in my hand.Doors locked at nine. No students on the grounds after the bell, except those on rounds. Patrol hours moved earlier, and the watch doubled at every dorm.My name sat in the first column. Early round, east grounds and the pond path, seven to ten.I read that line twice. The pond was on the far side of the school from Elvira’s building. Three hours of walking in the wrong direction.Sir Albert wrote the patrol sheets. He always had. Now it was Mrs. Pruitt, and nobody had said why. I noticed that and I didn’t know what to do with it.I looked at the green ink. Her initials were small and neat, and they told me nothing. I read the rest. It took a while, because I was looking for a gap, and I’m not good at that. I walk straight at things.Then I found it. T
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