Half Life -1976- by Joann Humby "We're concerned about Fox." The first round is left to his year tutor. She has learned the habit of treating everyone as a small child. Fox probably uses her for target practice. "Why?" "He's unhappy." I smile at her nervousness as she falters. I'm sure my son seemed much more of a worry when she spoke to her colleagues. "How so?" I keep my voice bland, force the silly little bitch to say what she means. Not surprisingly, she flounders. *Click image to read* * Stories* * Home*