Dean’s Office. April 19, 20XX. Thursday. After school.

It only takes half an hour before Fedina’s brother arrives at her school. They all transfer from the Dean’s Office to a meeting room.

While walking towards our destination, she quietly asks her brother, “Why are your hair so… jumbled?”

“Do you mean unruly?” Her brother asks back without looking at her.

“Just answer the question, brother.”

“I was drinking… all night… fine, I was partying the whole- two days? Three. I was partying for three days and I haven’t been home for… five.” He rambles, an indication of how drunk he is. Thankfully, he isn’t staggering nor bumping to anyone or anything on the way.

“I shouldn’t have called you.”

“Sorry to disappoint, Marimisva.” He addresses his sister formally by her title then their conversation comes to an end.

Meeting Room A.

The Dean sits on the head of the table while four teachers divide themselves into two and sit on either side. Fedina’s brother sits a chair apart from Sir Eugene. Fedina sits next to her brother, living the space distancing her brother and the teachers as is. This makes the five school staffs to scoff and snide remarks.

Silence takes over since no one wants to openly talk to the rude, unruly and disgusting man unless necessary. Same goes with the said man and his sister, none of the two wants to converse with the five greedy, money-hunger white-collared people.

“M’a… m’a…” Her brother passes time by smacking his lips together and popping the word ‘ma.’

“Stop it.” The irritated Fedina slightly slaps her brother’s hand, forgetting the fact that they are currently in the presence of others.

The two teachers who sit on the same side as them look at each other, their eyebrows rising and heads slightly ticking to the sibling’s direction.

“Marimisva, let me at least enjoy. I haven’t been out for a long time.”

“You’ve been outside at whatever-place you’ve been before coming here,” she reprimands her much older sibling.

“I’m inside that place, Marimisva. I haven’t been outside, I told you I was there… hanging out with friends.” He changes his words after noticing the others observing them.

“You were there partying.” She stresses, not giving a care on what the others may think based on their conversation.

“I was partying because I found out my wife is pregnant. It’s a celebration of life and I’m drinking for the both of us because she can no longer drink. She’s pregnant,” he reasoned.

“Parties don’t last for a week.”

“It hasn’t been a week.”

“And it hasn’t been a year since the youngest was born.” She squints her eyes at him.

“We both… have…” he muffles the next few words before clearing his throat then looks directly at his younger sister, “libido, sister. Libido.”

“Ehem.” Dean Franco can’t take it anymore so he catches their attention by clearing his throat rather loudly.

The older of the Pshmelba pair also pretends to clear his throat, “Good afternoon.” He smiles at the older people fakely.

“Good afternoon,” the others also greet half-heartedly then another wave of silence soon follows.