My Friend Mark

**Extrait**

But in front of my parents, who have got all the time in the world, she talks
about the start of the school year, how the pupils got into the habit of
working, moving from one activity to the next, interested and calm.
She mentions the time that Isoline made me mime, then rehearse a little sketch
in the "theatre corner."
"Oh, yes, your Antonin was mighty shy!"
My father throws me a knowing wink. I had never said anything about it to
them. That was my business and nobody else's! I can feel myself going all red.
Miss Goody carries on: "Oh, yes, they all helped each other in the class... to
do their drawings, to do up their laces, to un-do all their little problems...
Really, they were such good children!"