Dream

I get a letter from Genevieve.

A female teacher asks for the riddle and I make one up; racoons, etc. I go to my room to write it down.

My brother's room is fastened with a strip of selotape. Easy. I knock. 'Who is it?' comes a voice. 'I wasn't being nosy,' I say.

His eye is covered by a bandage. His right arm in a sling. 'I was always bullied.' School has remet this weekend. It was a and b. We laugh at the surname.

c told me not to look back at my arm it was wrong.

'Your teacher was going around splashing paint for me.' Yellow paint, the riddle.