The next morning, I decided that today I would finally have Mr. Browning teach me, and while I was waiting for my escort to arrive, two familiar faces came walking over from the other direction.
"Good morning," I greeted them.
""Good morning,"" they replied in unison.
One was Section Chief Lake from the Garden Maintenance Division. He was probably my escort today. The other was Mr. Keith Relf. Why was he here?
"Today's escort is Mr. Lake? Sorry for making you come when you're so busy."
I used to call him by his last name without honorifics, but that was back when we were arguing about whether or not to remove Stevie from escort duty. I'd been pretty sharp with him then. Today I was calm, so I spoke to him politely.
Lake immediately started complaining.
