All that week, Melinda had the hardest time concentrating, which is deadly when one teaches kindergarten. While the children pulled each other's hair and called names, she tried to force herself to maintain her grip on reality, her mind wanting to go back to the weekend she'd spent in bed with Jim… even to the point of sleeping over Saturday night. While they both had said it wasn't a romance, it sure felt like one. And she, for one, intended to enjoy every second.
Well, every second that didn't involve six five-year-olds digging in the mud far too close to the swing set and one taking a flying knee to the head in the process.
She felt powerfully relieved to lock up the classroom door Friday afternoon and meet her friends for adult conversation at last.
They, of course, showed her no me
