But I had to wait until after the kids were asleep to ask. “So how did your first class go?” I knew I wasn’t doing the best job of hiding the tension. Maybe the fact that I kept rubbing the back of my neck gave it away. Good thing Sam was listening so she had to pretend she didn’t notice. “It was good, really good. Great students. Should be an easy semester if Thursday’s class is the same.” There was something weird about the way she said it, like she was trying to convince herself it was true. You have to stop being so suspicious, I thought. After Sam and Jack finally went to sleep, I reviewed the way I had planned to broach the subject, while I brushed my teeth and flossed. She was in bed reading another one of her cheesy romance novels. Not wanting to make the issue bigger than it needed to be, I started by scratching her arm. She looked at me, tilting her head.
