WHAT?

Cale mouth fell open in shock. This was absolutely absurd! His nails were fine! What was the point of this lesson, that all men had dirty fingernails and if they didn't admit it, they were going to be punished? This was a load of rubbish! Groaning, he sat down in the bowl. This had to be the most embarrassing thing he had ever done in his whole life. Absolutely HORRIBLE!

He looked at Shel and rolled his eyes. This whole class was a joke. He was never attending Borr's class again. Never. Forget trying to get on his good side, too. Who cared if the Ministry liked Cale Newell or not? Certainly not him. If he kept up what he was doing--which was, biting his tongue and just doing what they told him to--he would be fine.