(The scene: thursday philosophy class. The gang are gathered round a large table in the centre of the room, all eating cakes, biscuits and chocolate, and are in the midst of a game of 'philosophical pictionary'. The boys have just had their turn, so Ab bounds to the front for her turn. Everyone except her is wearing their black school jumpers, but Ab is just in a long-sleave white shirt on top.)
Ab: (stands grinning at front searching for a pen to draw with)
Cathy: (spoke in a quite, careful way that still manages to carry across the room) Ab... you do know your shirt is buttoned-up all wrong?
Ab: (puzzled, looks down and sees her very twisted shirt) Oh right. (quickly tries to think of a witty response but fails so simply makes a face at Cathy and then smiles crookedly)
Cathy: Well, it just looks rather odd! (laughs)
Ab: (bends down to redo shirt then realizes she's about to undress in front of the whole class. Hides foolishness by scrawling on the board.)
(A laugh is heard behind her, but Ab isn't sure whether that was in her head or from Cathy's own lips.)
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