Charlie nods and points toward the gate. Sister Amity leans forward, and they look at it together. The stacks on the other side are shrouded in darkness. Sister Amity turns back to Charlie, smiling.
Sister Amity: I didn’t know you read! Where is your permission slip?
Charlie makes a big show of not understanding what Sister Amity is saying. She looks as though she’s floundering about.
Sister Amity: You. Need. A. Permission. Slip. From. A. Teacher!
Charlie: Book! Book!
Sister Amity: Teacher! Tell a teacher!
Charlie starts to cry big, fat tears.