It’s Timmy Time again! Huzzah! Gonna finish this one, for real. I’ve got some rants that are nicely percolating in my head, too.
The Headmaster had this thing where he wore glasses for reading, even though Timmy knew perfectly well the man had eagle eyes. But that was okay. If the Headmaster liked to pretend, whatever. It wasn’t hurting anybody.
Timmy had taken the dossier to the Headmaster, right away. It didn’t even occur to him not to. This was a job, not a test. As far as he could figure out, you could get help with jobs. Besides, maybe he was just supposed to be the mailman. Timmy didn’t really think so, but you never knew.
“This is a fascinating situation, young Mister Timothy.” He looked at the now-broken seal, confirming that the folder hadn’t been opened. “What do you think of it?”
“The Fat Man deserves what’s happening to him,” Timmy said promptly. “Did you guess I opened it, or did I screw up?”
“What’s the difference?”
“If I screwed up, you can tell me what I did wrong.”