One of the women at the front table giggled at his faux pas. Taggart only went redder, especially since he knew that Rory—hell, most of the people in here—were legit teachers. They had their own classrooms during the regular workday, and maybe they weren’t in those classrooms all the time like most high school teachers were, but they still had more expertise in teaching than Taggart did. All he was doing was reading cards.
Cards which were, apparently, wrong. “Just to recap the round,” Taggart said, his voice a bit shaky as he read out what was on his cards said yet again, and only what was on his cards. “That’s it. Hand over the answer sheets to the requisite group.”
Taggart surveyed the crowd as they handed back the sheets of paper. Rory’s face was impassive as he surveyed his wrong an
