Lukie warned me today about rumors that were buzzing amongst the eighth graders, and cautioned me to expect such talk.
"They imagine us engaged in the most salacious behavior in Room 218 during planning period," she said. "And last I heard, I'm carrying your baby."
"That's alright," I replied. "I'm flattered. Especially given the rumors circulating last week, involving Mr. Coleman and I trysting in the teacher's lounge."
I thought back to last Wednesday when Montrice and Emmanual popped in during planning period. "You her boyfriend?" Montrice had asked slyly. "Whatchoo doing in here all day?"
"Montrice I'm married to someone else, and Miss Lukie has a boyfriend!" I said.
"Shoot, that ain't stopped my daddy."