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.
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