Friday afternoon, September 9th
Friday afternoon, September 9th
THE FIRST WEEK had ended. Fritz had warned all his classes that his new teaching plan would include more tests, more homework, and more outside reading. When he pulled in the driveway, Emily waved from a reclining lawn chair, a book perched on her bent legs, a beer bottle in the cup holder. Fritz crossed the lawn, adding a weekend warrior event to his to-do list.
THE FIRST WEEK“Just us tonight, Emily.”
“I"m not unhappy about that. We could do with a night of quiet. And I want to talk to you. I spoke to Linda.”
Not sure how to react, he asked how she was and about TJ. But a gnawing cramp tightened in his stomach.
“She"s fine. TJ is babbling up a storm. But that"s beating around the bush. I asked her when she planned to co
