So Emma had been forced to take private lessons for both disciplines, and she had to fit in with Ms Larimar’s schedule. Which meant a lesson early that Saturday. 3: An Injustice to Wisdom
At six A.M. Emma awoke, about to fall off the edge of her bed. Reggie lay sideways on the duvet, snoring and enjoying plenty of room.
She arrived promptly to prepare Wisdom for their 8:30 lesson, before the group lessons started.
Her instructor showed up: “Okay. let’s see if we can finally get your chap to slow down, shall we?”
Please, Wisdom! I want to go back to group lessons!
“How long has it been since our last jumping lesson?”
“Month before last,” Emma replied.
Her instructor frowned. “Oh, well, can’t be helped.” Emma felt the implied criticism of her commitment level, as if greater dedication on her part would miraculously provide funding for more frequent lessons.