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Professor David Blood can't understand the kids (not exactly a good thing if you're a teacher and a father, but he thinks it doesn't really matter as long as he pretends to be able to).
Definitely, most of the time, he just doesn't get them - like, for example, these two silly young ladies hanging out in the park.
Oh well, that's Elizabeth Stonem, the nuts one - and it's okay, really, everyone at school knows it.
But what's wrong with Prescott, now (he's not sure if she's Emily or Katie - they're identical - for Christ's sake - he has got every right to get confused, hasn't he?).
The girl's turning a rock over in one hand, and from the sound of her hysterical laughter, she seems ready for the loony bin as well.
David Blood shakes his head indignantly, passing by.
If you lie down with dogs, you will wake up with fleas - he thinks with a grimace.