I took Galman out of the classroom and straight to the teacher's lounge and, luckily, there was no one there. I put on the kettle and made him a coffee like we make coffee around these parts. In a pot. His logic was indeed tested. I was smiling inside as I kept myself busy with filling the kettle with water, picking up some leftover coffee I had in a drawer and preparing the mugs. I looked across the room where he was seated with his fists close to his mouth. How tormented he looked and how ...