“Well, then, are you worried about something? You seem very unhappy. Tell me.”
Yusuf had expected the teacher to be cross with him, but when she wasn’t, he hung his head and tears rolled down his cheeks.
“It’s my cat.”
“You miss your pet, is that it?”
Yusuf was too upset to say anything. His teacher waited till he had stopped crying and then patted him on the shoulder and said she hoped everything would turn out all right. “You’re my best pupil, Yusuf, and you worried me a bit this morning.”
Tina had been waiting for her brother outside; so they were both late in returning home, and their mother wanted to know why.
“I had to wait for Yusuf,” said Tina. “He had to stay in after school.”
“What’s that?” Their father had come into the room just in time to hear Tina’s remark. “What have you been doing, Yusuf?”
“Nothing, Dad.”
“It can’t be nothing if your teacher kept you in.”
“She didn’t really keep me in. She just wanted to talk to me.”
“Oh, what about?”
“About… about…”
“Come on, out with it. What did your teacher want to talk to you about?”
Yusuf tried to think what to say. He could see from the look on his father’s face that he’d batter tell the truth.
“Teacher wanted to know what I was worried about. I hadn’t been able to answer any questions in class.”
“And why not? What’s wrong with you, anyway? Don’t you like living in a flat?”
Frightened as Yusuf was, he could not help being surprised that both his father and his teacher should think it was the flat that was the cause of the trouble. And in a way it was. If not for the flat, there’d be no problem about Puss. And yet he knew that the family was much better off living in the fine new flat than in their old, rundown house.
“What did you tell your teacher? What excuse did you make?” Father didn’t give him a chance to answer. “What did you say was worrying you?”