The New Teacher
ReasonableTurnip
Peter cleared his throat. “I was told I’d get accommodations on campus?”
“Ah yes, your accommodations,” Mrs. Duran said, rising from her desk. “Follow me.”
She led Mr. Robinson down a winding corridor, the walls adorned with portraits of stern-faced women in high collars. They stopped before a heavy oak door.
“This will be your office and daytime quarters,” Mrs. Duran explained, producing a key.
The room was sparsely furnished, just as Peter had been told. He ran his hand along the back of the leather sofa, noting its softness.
“But where am I going to sleep?” he asked, furrowing his brow. There was no bed in this bedroom.
“Ah, the bed,” Mrs. Duran replied with a knowing smile. “You won’t be needing one, Mr. Robinson. Your quarters are for studying and keeping your clothes and belongings. Sleep accommodations are elsewhere.”
Mr. Robinson raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “I see. And where might those be?”
Mrs. Duran’s eyes glinted mischievously. “Why, with the students, of course. Part of our ... unique curriculum involves hands-on instruction in all areas of wifely duties. You’ll rotate nightly among the senior girls’ dormitories.”
Peter’s eyes widened in shock. “I ... I beg your pardon?” he stammered, his face flushing crimson.
Mrs. Duran, smiled primly. “Come now, Mr. Robinson. Surely you understood the ... special nature of our institution when you applied?”
He swallowed hard, tugging at his collar. “I ... I’m not sure I...”
Mrs. Duran’s smile tightened. “Our girls require a thorough education in all matters, Mr. Robinson. Business Math, yes, but also the art of pleasing a man. You’ll find them most eager to learn.”