"I can't believe you're still here!" gushed a woman at our open house this morning. "This is my daughter," she put her arm around a new sixth grader. "And she was my teacher," she pointed at me.
"Well, basketball coach," I shrugged. "I taught your brother Brandon, though."
The older women with them turned to me with a sizing look. It was my former student's mother. "Girl!" she said. "You've been here a looooooong time." She shook her head. "How many years?"
"This is 31," I laughed.
"Time for you to retire!" she patted my shoulder.
"Maybe so," I agreed.
"Didn't Mr. H retire?" she asked, mentioning the guy I coached with for many years.
"Two years ago," I nodded.
"I've got to ask you something," her voice dropped to a whisper. "But maybe not in front of the children." She looked around meanigfully.
My eyebrows shot up, but my curiosity got the better of me. "Okay?"
"Were you and Mr. H ever dating?"
I laughed again. "Oh no!" I assured her. "We were just very good friends."
She gave me that look again, and walked away unconvinced.
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