Fast Quick Wrong Assumption

"Yes, I'm her homeroom teacher," she looks interested in what my mouth is going to say, clasping her white hand to her good-lord chest.

Rude as I am inside, I wouldn't be so bold to show it outside.

I can't just ask her 'where is Carrie now' or 'why is she so self-centred and stupid,' that'd make me sound like a stalker, or a tutor who already had fallen for her teenage client so I use a different approach, milder, "how's Carrie doing lately?"

"Carrie? Carrie Alter?" She grimaces, "well, the fact that she's still in the reconcile program, not looking very stable. If I'm right, she's going absent today, again."

"Again?"

She sighs as if speaking about Carrie has made some weight in her heart. Xiao walks to her desk, looks around the colourful files and pulls the blue ones. She opens it, knowing full well I can't see when she puts the file under her breast.