“What do you mean, you’ve been appointed pelapor (reporter) for the debate finals?” said Carol, trying to peer over my shoulder at the letter I was reading. “You’re making that one up. There’s no such position as pelapor in any debate. The honourable chairman, I know, or do you call them speakers now? Most distinguished panel of adjudicators? Ha, how’s that?”
She cocked an eye at me. “Didn’t think I knew that, did you? And the esteemed timekeepers. I was one myself, you know, an esteemed timekeeper, way back in the 70’s when Convent met the St Joseph boys. But anyway there’s no such thing as a debate reporter.”