March 7, 2015 by helenwaldron
And so it came to pass that Deborah came to join them.
David was good, Darren had a wealth of experience, Dee was enthusiastic and confident – in fact they were more than spoilt for choice – but Speakeasy liked Deborah best, and even Writewell was sure that she was more than just a pretty face, so Deborah it was.
“Well, that’s that,” said Writewell.
It had been easier than expected.
“Will you be alright without me now?”
“No one can ever replace you,” answered Speakeasy gallantly. “But don’t worry. We’ll manage. You go off and have fun. And work hard, of course!”
“I’ll be back for the AB seminar,” said Writewell. “I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”
“Where is it this year?” Speakeasy turned to the large appointment planner that almost covered one wall of the small room they called their office.
It was in Brazil last year.
“Berlin will be exotic for me, coming back from New Zealand and Australia,” laughed Writewell.
She would really miss Speakeasy, and was genuinely looking forward to one of the highlights of their professional year.
“What’s the AB seminar?” asked Deborah, eager to learn as much as she could.
“Ah,” said Speakeasy. “Even if we told you, you’d hardly believe it. Being a part of the AB seminar is the absolute pinnacle of English language teaching, it’s the crème de la crème, the point where you just ask yourself, can it get any better?”
Deborah looked hopeful.