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136 SNOWBOUND
was proving surprisingly deft at evading work. Fiona
was beginning to wonder whether she was the same
with her schoolwork. And if so, how was it that she consistently
turned in essays and papers that lifted her
grades above the results of midterm and final exams?
And, oh, how Fiona hated to have such a suspicious
mind.
After dinner, she had the kids bring the remaining
soggy clothes down, and she folded laundry, moved a
load to the dryer and started yet another.
Thank goodness for multiple hot water tanks! she
thought, passing back through the kitchen to see Amy
and Dieter unloading and drying dishes from the commercial
dishwasher while Erin rinsed off plates and
placed them in a rack in preparation for starting it again.
They had all proclaimed the dishwasher, which did
a load in under two minutes, “major cool.” The fact that
they had to dry dishes rather than leave racks to air-dry
on the counter had dimmed its appeal.
“Anyone know where John is?” she asked casually.
“Who?” Amy asked. “Oh. Him.”
“I think he went that way.” Erin nodded toward the
great room.
Surprised he hadn’t shut himself in his apartment,
Fiona followed. Not because she necessarily wanted to
spend time with him—after what happened today, she
wasn’t so sure that was a good idea—but because she
ought to check on the rest of her students.
Kelli and Tabitha were nowhere to be seen, but
Willow sat curled in one of the armchairs watching the
boys bouncing a hacky-sack between them, using heads