I almost forgive your faux pas—making murder more important than cake, but then what could be more important than cake, if not murder. I can’t say, and apparently neither can you, which is why I silently pray that they extend that magic show long enough for you to reappear, although currently I’m not so sure.
To make matters worse, Sharon is rattling on and on about fundraising for a new technology teacher, and God, I hate her. I pretend to listen as I silently plot her murder, even if I know I can’t technically go through with it. Not here, anyway. Seriously though, these kids are five years old, what could they possibly need a technology teacher for? To derail the terrible thoughts I’m having about choking her out, I ask as much, and this is when Anne chimes in and seals the deal. She s
