At 3 p.m., the weather was overcast, as a huge cloud had blanketed the sky above New Ross City. The oppressive low air pressure made it difficult to breathe, and pedestrians, with their heads bowed and collars tightened against the cold wind, hurried past, occasionally glancing up at the gloomy sky.
At Ker Street No. 99, in the courtyard of the Truth Church, Mrs. Cecil was on her tiptoes, hurriedly taking down the clothes hanging from the line. Meanwhile, from inside the church, the calming and deep sound of Marvin's teaching voice could faintly be heard.
"The formula for the Pythagorean theorem is simple, a²+b²=c², where the letters a and b refer to the two legs of the right triangle, and their squared sum is equal to the square of the hypotenuse C..."
With the lessons prepared in the morning in his hand, Marvin paced back and forth in the central aisle, his eyes scanning the children around him, aged between 9 and 14.
