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Cupboard Loveby Pseu
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Cupboard
Love
by Pseu
A Boa Book 2010
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The rumour was that Miss Rosenthal had
been found in the chemistry lab store
cupboard with Mr Armitage with her
blouse undone, and buttons missing, and her hair all over
the place, and that the headmistress had called them into
her office to discuss their future prospects at the school.
Sheila never knew who started these rumours or if there
was ever any truth in them, but at an all-girls school the
occasional male teacher was bound to make a bit of a stir,
especially a slim, fit man with a good sense of humour.
Miss Siobhan Rosenthal was the Irish accented,
dark haired beauty who had recently started as biology
teacher to cover a maternity leave. She was in her early
thirties. Mr Bob Armitage was a married man in his
early forties. He had a smattering of grey at the edges of
his sand-coloured wavy hair. With his bright blue eyes
and a ready smile he was very appealing, and he was a
good teacher. He made physics fun. There had, of
course, been a huge surge in uptake of physics amongst
the girls choosing their ‘O’ and ‘A’ level subjects in the
three years since he had started at the school.
Sheila was the lab assistant whose job it was to
set up the experiments, source the materials needed and
ensure safety as far as it was possible in all three science
labs. She was largely disregarded by the girls who consid-
ered her function to be primarily that of a cleaning lady
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with special responsibilities and this, she found, gave her
a certain invisibility that other members of staff did not
have. It was unlikely that the little madams had any idea
that she was an ex-Abingley High School girl herself, and
was studying on an Open University program that was
way beyond their reach. University hadn’t been an op-
tion for her when she left school, but she was making up
for lost time now. This gave her a quiet, shy superiority
as she silently went about her tasks.
The first question that sprang to Sheila’s mind
when she overheard the rumours (told in hushed tones
by Sophie Ellington to three of Abigail Johnson’s clique
as they waited for the bell) was this: why were the biol-
ogy and physics teachers loitering in the chemistry lab
cupboard? If there was preparation needed for the les-
sons they generally (the lazy types that they were, in her
humble opinion) asked her to sort it out. Each lab had
its own store cupboard, with its own supplies and she
could think of no reason for either of them to venture
over to Mr Matthews’s domain.
James Matthews, the chemistry teacher, was the
only other male teacher in the school. He had a large,
untended bushy beard and wore nylon shirts: he there-
fore attracted less attention from the girls than Mr Ar-
mitage. He strode around the place, hands plunged deep
into his white coat pockets, not really caring what im-
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pression he made, just as long as he could transfer enthu-
siasm for his subject to at least a few of the brighter
pupils. Mr Matthews did not engage in any flirting or
teasing and seemed immune to the overt feminine wiles
of the students. He was the one person in the school
that Sheila had told about her studies. He was the one
person in the world who seemed to take any interest in
her and the only person to whom she would now confide
her latest snapshot of gossip.
At the end of the morning Sheila went straight
into the chemistry lab and found Mr Matthews intently
writing out a formula and a series of questions on the
blackboard in readiness for the next class.
“Were you planning on having lunch in the staff
room, or up here, Mr Matthews?” asked Sheila.
“Kettle’s on,” came the reply. He hadn’t turned
around, but continued scribbling. “Have you bought
your sandwiches? There’s a packet of biscuits on the top
shelf in the cupboard.”
Sheila opened the unlit cupboard and was hit by a
pungent smell which she couldn’t identify, plus the
sound of the kettle coming to the boil. She clicked on
the light and reached up to the top shelf to find a packet
of chocolate digestives. Had he been thinking of her
when he bought them? Was he starting to be attracted
to her? Oh, how she hoped so. Sheila let her imagination
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boil over as she waited for the kettle. He was shy, she
knew that, but maybe with the right encouragement
things may develop?
Mr Matthews was just finishing his blackboard
scratchings as she carried the coffee through to the
classroom. He had taken off his white lab coat and had
his strong muscular back to her. She knew he was a keen
swimmer and often went scuba diving in the holidays.
She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to master her claus-
trophobia enough to manage to join him in the scuba
diving, but she was a sound swimmer herself. She knew
he was also a musician – a guitarist with a local band, and
she could sing, though up to now folk music had been
her interest. She was sure she could adapt if needs be.
“Coffee’s ready, Mr Matthews,” she said.
“Ah, good.” He gave her a rare flash of a smile.
“Thank you, Sheila.” He took a mug from her. “But ‘Mr
Matthews’ is a little formal, perhaps, when there are no
students around. Call me James.”
“Force of habit –” she hesitated. “James,” she said,
and smiled.
James opened up the patio window at the back of
the classroom, which led out onto a small flat roof. This
part of the school was modern, built less than 10 years
ago, in the early 70s. It had been designed by an award-
winning architect and it had a few unexpected foibles,
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including a bell tower accessed from this flat roof. The
area acted as sun trap, and in recent weeks Sheila had
once or twice sat out with James at lunchtime on the
pretext of needing advice about her chemistry project,
which she had to send in to The Open University before
the end of the month.
“How’s it going?” he asked as he unwrapped his
sandwiches.
“Nearly there. Would you mind looking over the
final draft for me in the next day or so, James?” She
handed him an envelope. “It’s all in here.” He took the
envelope and placed it on his knee.
“You have worked so hard, I’m sure it will be ex-
cellent. I just wish some of the girls would show your in-
terest and enthusiasm.” He put down his coffee cup and
started to open the envelope.
“Oh!” said Sheila, “Please don’t open it now and
spoil your lunch break. Leave it until later, then I won’t
get so embarrassed!”
He smiled at her again and put it back down on
his knee.
“Any plans for the weekend?” he asked her.
Sheila’s heart thrummed against her chest. Was
this it? Would he ask her out?
“No, not really,” she said. “Just the usual.” She
hesitated. “What about you?”
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“The band’s playing tonight at Hightown, and
then tomorrow Siobhan and I are planning a meal out at
The Swan. Do you know it?”
“Siobhan?”
“Siobhan Rosenthal, the new biology teacher. She
was lucky to get the job when Jo Evans left to have the
baby. Makes our lives a lot easier.” He wasn’t looking at
her. “Before Christmas we were travelling between here
and Cantbridge every weekend, fixing our gigs around
that.” He was focussing on his sandwich, talking be-
tween mouthfuls.
“Of course,” said Sheila. “Does she play in the
band?”
“She’s the singer. Wonderful voice,” said James.
“It’s what attracted me to her.” A moment later he said,
“Did you know she’s discovered a colony of bats up in
the bell tower here?” He gesticulated over to the modern
monstrosity. “A rare and protected species, none-the-
less,” he said. This was the most he had ever said to
Sheila outside the language of chemistry tuition.
“Really?” she said. “How interesting.”
“She’s recruited Bob Armitage into the project.
Apparently he came up the other evening after school to
help rig up some ultrasonic equipment so that she can
get some recordings. It’s all wired up to the chemistry
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lab store. And she’s after a small camera to be set up
there too, with infrared technology.”
“Incredible,” said Sheila.
She took a bite out of her sandwich and chewed
slowly, while her mind buzzed. Were the rumours true,
or at least based in fact? Had Bob and Siobhan been
caught kissing or were the rumours complete fabrica-
tion? And should she say anything about them to James?
She imagined how she could comfort him if they turned
out to be true, how she could support him through his
grief, and maybe that way he would come to love her?
There may still be a chance. She glanced up and found
he was looking at her.
“I hear there are rumours going about the
school,” he said, “that suggest Siobhan and Bob were
caught in a compromising situation in the chemistry
cupboard by the caretaker.” He laughed. “It’s incredible,
isn’t it, what the young overactive female brain will con-
coct out of thin air given a shred of insubstantial evi-
dence!” He shook his head. “Would you believe it?”
“Crazy,” she said. “Absolutely crazy.” She shrugged
her shoulders. “Of course, no one in their right mind
would believe that sort of thing, would they?” She
glanced at her watch. “I’d better be going.”
She stood up and took hold of the back of the
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chair to steady herself. “I’ve just remembered something
I omitted to include in my write-up. I’ll need to take the
essay back, James and find a way of slipping it in. Can I
give it to you on Monday?”
“Of course,” he said, “I wouldn’t have much time
this weekend anyway.”
“Thank you for all your help,” she said, taking the
envelope, resisting the urge to snatch it back, feeling the
shape of the card she had put in there, written the night
before, after a glass or two of gin and tonic, declaring her
feelings, asking him to dinner. “Have a good weekend,”
she said.
She held the envelope to her chest and walked to
the French window and through it, back into the room,
seeing the classroom in a blur, through her tears. As she
reached the classroom door Siobhan Rosenthal came in
and smiled at her with a wide, innocent smile.
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