School is a brilliant reprieve. Elsa had forgotten just how much she missed her students – and, apparently, how much they missed her.
She had only been away for a few weeks, and coming back to the yellow-and-blue painted room with its smiling faces and crafty dècor was like coming home.
There are twenty students in her class, which meant twenty hugs and twenty cards. Their substitute wasn't one of the old, cranky teachers, it seemed.
"Now," she grins, once they are calm and seated. "I think the room needs a little seasonal change. What do you say?"
