Miss Farwell-Burke Stepped onto the jetty, fabric covered suitcase in hand. The supply boat was due soon. Actually it was an hour away but she was happy to wait. She was finally leaving.
She would no longer have to try and instill some knowledge, common sense or manners into those snotty black and white kids. She gazed behind her to the mission. Her little charges she guessed, were not sorry to see her go, as evidenced by the large dollop of fresh elephant shit placed into her desk draw the day after she told them she was leaving.
She silently cursed herself for taking so long to think of the way to get out of this place. It took a bit of time and work, but finally she managed it. She smiled as the supply boat horn sounded down river. Fucking the head missionary was a small price to pay.