On a previous night of conspiring in the dormitory, the children had collectively agreed to only kill the Boss Man, but spare the lives of Miss Adams and Mr McRae, because they were mostly nice to the children.
“Oi, Robert, imagine how impressed Miss Adams would be. Think of her face if you speared Boss Man,” Jonathan probed.
Goupong was thankful for the dark as he felt the heat spread in his cheeks. He wrung his hands in embarrassment.
“Why do you reckon all the white people keep talking to us about spears when we’ve never even seen one before? They’re always acting like we’ll somehow make them out of twigs,” Goupong stated.
“Aw boys, he’s getting embarrassed! Hear that children?” Jonathan interrupted. “He’s tryin’ to change the subject!” he giggled. Goupong could hear the springs in Jonathan’s bed as he sat up on his knees.
“I am not! Don’t be stupid!” Goupong retaliated with a square hit to Jonathan’s face in the dark. “I got beat by her – as if I love her!” Goupong argued.
“Woah!” Jonathan exclaimed. “Nobody said anything about love.”
Goupong felt Jonathan poke him with his finger hard in the ribs.
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