Chapter 8“Is that a new briefcase?” One of the other teachers was the first to comment. “Can I see it?”
I handed it over for him to examine.
“Is this real snakeskin?” he asked. “If it isn’t, this is the best imitation I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s real, John.” I smiled. “It’s python by Besozzi Franco in Italy.”
“If you need a good counselor when they arrest you for stealing it,” John said, shaking his head, “give me a call. I may know someone who handles grand larceny.”
“It was a Christmas present.”
“Who do you know that has the money to give you something like this?” John’s eyes were still wide. “Don’t let him get away. Marry him, if only for a month. The alimony will be more than we make.” John was a good friend, but he pictured himself a lady’s man. We became friends when he found out I
