Madame Whittle

Madame Whittle, the local high school french teacher, is a waddling little woman, very motherly, easily confused, and full of odd little quirks. Like how, before a test, she’d invite us out to the hallway water fountain, to “oil our brains.” Or how she never uses lowercase r’s because they look like inchworms. Or when she’d explain France’s wild boars. They’re like American deer - you don’t worry about them in the daylight, but you wouldn’t want to meet one in the dark of night. I imagine her at dusk, rushing to safety, clutching her purse, haunted by angry, vengeful deer.