"Juanito, Juanito," Sra. Ricardo said in a sweet voice, two weeks later. "Did you turn in your recording last night?"
John had been laughing with his friends as he walked into the classroom. Now he stood still in the doorway. His face turned pale.
John shook his head. "No, Senora, I forgot," he said. He gulped.
Sra. Ricardo shook her head. "That's not right, Juanito. You have to remember to do it every day. What do you say when you forget, hm?"
John opened and closed his mouth wordlessly. "I'm sorry," he said.
"No, Juanito, dime en español," said Sra. Ricardo.
John stood there silently.
"No help from neighbors," said Sra. Ricardo.
Sor Juana, who was about to whisper the answer to John, slowly sank back into her seat and shut her mouth.
There was more silence.
Sra. Ricardo sighed and firmly tapped her desk. "Repeat after me, Juanito," she said. "Lo siento."
"Lo siento," said John.
"Lo siento."
"Lo siento."
"Bueno," said Sra. Ricardo. "Now, you are going to take Duo home tonight, do you understand? You will record not five minutes, not ten, but fifteen minutes of Spanish practice for homework to make up for this. Do you understand?"
John's face looked like stone. "Sí, señora," he said.
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