





Incubation?
Part 9.
Parents day had arrived for the second time in 1973. The children were excited. They were going to show all the work they had done at school to their parents.
Bernadette smiled as the children of her home class busied themselves, Getting their books to look beautiful, sticking their artwork against the wall. The Buzz of excitement was electrifying.
Pierre was sitting alone at his desk, busy with crayons an paper, This created an illusion that he was busy with the same things his classmates were.
It wasn’t until Pierre came to Bernadette’s desk to ask her how to spell the word ‘parachute’ that Bernadette realized there was something amiss with Pierre. Getting up slowly after Pierre had returned to his desk and was busy again, Bernadette decided to investigate what Pierre was up to.
Looking over Pierre’s shoulder, Bernadette saw that in very good detail, Pierre had drawn an coloured in a picture of a man with a parachute, she could see what resembled the aircraft the man had jumped out if. As she leant further over she could see that Pierre has written “ Dear mommy don’t worry God will give Tiny a parachute like the man who falls out of the ….”
Pierre looked up to see if Bernadette was at her desk, seeing that she was not there he looked around the busy class and realized that Bernadette was standing right behind him, “Sister Bernie, how do I spell ‘airplane’ please?”
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