A Margarita Tonight

I am looking forward to a margarita tonight said my friend Ms. Jett. She gave me a cagey wink, and I smiled, not having a reply yet. What kind of a day could it have been? What kind of an ominous start? It was 9:20 a.m. and she had not had her class yet; they were in art. I wondered about her enthusiasm, thought it was a bit odd. “Invite me too!” whispered another teacher, named Miss Dodd. I lied and said we had no more room at our friendship table. Miss Dodd is almost always angry, and this is no fable.