Chapter Eight
Emma sat at the table with the other teachers and raised her glass. “To surviving our first full week of school.”
Everyone clinked glasses and drank. It had become tradition for the teachers to meet on Fridays after school for a couple of drinks. Not everyone came every week, but they all showed up occasionally. They chose a bar that was safely away from the school. No one wanted to run into their students’ family members.
Barb took a sip of her beer and then asked, “So how are your kids? I’ve barely seen you this week. I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”
Emma smiled. “Good. Definitely. I think this group will be easier than last year’s.”
Both she and Barb knocked on the wood table and then laughed.
“Many of them were in preschool together, so they have friends and the
