The only problem was those knuckles. I’d known about them for years. We’d talked about it, but they were so normal to me that I’d completely forgotten about them.
Ray clenched his fists again, just briefly, but enough for Jenny, my classroom assistant, to gasp. I sensed her look in my direction and look back at the hands of the man talking to her precious kids. Had the deputy head seen it too? I didn’t want to look at him to find out.
I realised Ray had stopped talking. I went and stood next to him and tried to smile.
“Any questions for Ray?” I said to the kids.
Maisie’s hand shot up.
“When did you last shave?” She asked. The other kids giggled. Ray ran his fingers through his Father Christmas beard and said that he didn't remember.
Little Tomas was next.
“Yes Erin.” She was the clever clogs, I knew this might be trouble.
“Um, Mister Ray, what have you got written on your hands?”
“Right I think we'll leave it there,” the deputy head marched forward and clapped his hands.