Carolyn Harrington-Brown had just come off the 18th hole and was looking forward to a gin and tonic or two in the clubhouse along with the rest of the ladies day golfers when her phone rang. “Hello, Mrs Harrington-Brown, this is St Agnes’ School. It’s about Evelyn. The Headmistress has requested you come in. Would you be able to make it this evening? How does 5 PM suit?”  Reluctantly Carolyn agreed. Fuming about the disru...

Sophie was busy finishing an end-of-term report when there was a timid knock at the door. She cursed under her breath. Being the Headmistress meant you never got any time to get anything done. “Enter,” she barked. When she saw it was Evelyn Harrington-Brown poking her head around the door she immediately smiled. “Evelyn, come in. How can I help you?” Sophie's mind went back to the thrashing she'd given Evelyn's mother, Ca...