“I know.” He’s looking across the table, but at nothing at all. “Honestly, it messed up my whole lesson. Now, I want to know.”
Claire barks out in laughter as Minnie almost chokes on her lunch.
And this makes up my mini-lunch crew/therapy session.
Talking about the little crazed psychos that are our students and the non-stop antics they do on a daily basis.
“Did you hear about Miss Howard?” Minnie mutters under her breath so the other tables don’t hear. We all shake our heads, which gets her to lean across the table conspiratorially. “Allegedly,and you didn’t hear it from me?—”
“We just did,” Claire sasses back with a smirk.
“—But Mr. Daniels and Miss Howard left tutor night at the same time. Together.Again.”
“So?” Randy prompts.
“So, Mr. Daniels ismarried.”
Claire gives her a face. “What are you talking about?”
Minnie sighs at our lack of picking up what she’s throwing down. “She’ssixty, guys. Haven’t you heard her say she’s happy she never reproduced any spawns of Satan? That Mr. Daniels is an ass clown?”
I can’t say I have, but I’ve only been in Magnolia Ridge for a few months now, when I was offered this job.
“What makes you think this?” Claire asks. “Miss Howardhatesmen.”
“She does,” Randy confirms. “She calls me a waste of space all the time.”
“Oh my God,” I blurt out because, geezus, that’s rude.
“You’re toooldfor her,” Minnie claims. “Therefore, a waste of space.”
“Wait,” I interject. “How old is Mr Daniels?”
I honestly can’t remember, but he wasn’tsixty.
“Twenty-five.”
“No,” Claire retorts. “There’s nowayhe’s banging Miss Howard.”
Minnie smacks her arm lightly. “Shhh…keep your voice down. She’s loaded.”
“Oh, God, Min.” Claire brings her fingers to her forehead and begins to rub. “There’s no way.”
“Miss Howard…” Randy starts, then halts as if contemplating something. “She’s hot.”
“Ew,” all three of us women chime in unison, giving him different looks.
It’s not that Miss Howard, to me, is hideous. She actually looks really good for her age.
It’s her attitude problem that makes her unattractive to me.
“Randy, stop while you’re ahead, please,” Claire whines. “You’re being seriously disgusting, and I’m trying to eat.”
“You’ll fuck anyone, Randy,” Minnie accuses under her breath. “Aren’t you dating that one blonde?”
“Nope.” He scoffs. “Ole girl had twootherboyfriends.”
“Ugh,” Claire groans. “That sucks.”
