> Julia very calmly put the remainder of the pickle down on the plate, her
> appetite gone.
>
> A teacher that gets kids to do her work so she can drool over a guy and
now
> a teacher that undermined authority.
>
> Spiffy.
>
> Ingrid raised an eyebrow, having noticed the same thing and looked at Sam,
> polite smile in place but not reaching her eyes as she wiped the corners
of
> her mouth with the red cloth that had been a part of the place setting
"Well
> I must say I'm stuffed. I hope we have time enough for me to rest a
little
> before the lesson?"
>
> She was, for the moment, content to settle on enjoying her drink while the
> others finished their meals.
>
> "What exactly do you teach Ms Owens?" the question could be taken two
ways -
> actual scholastic lessons or the kind Ingrid was thinking of, which was
> either obedience or disobedience of a caretaker's authority.
>
> Julia looked at Ingrid and inperceptively shook her head, not wanting
> something started and possibly make Derek the others feel uncomfortable.
If
> anything she'd have a word or two with Sam - although she didn't trust
> herself to have them without having the burning urge to cold cock her a
good
> one.
>
Sam:
Sam could tell that she'd done something else wrong and that in itself was
enough to raise her own temper. She'd had about all she could take of Julia
and the nun, though nice enough was not helping matters at all. "Fourth
grade,' she putting her napkin on the table and opening her purse. She then
stood, "excuse me," she said stopping beside Reese and handing her some
money for the bill. "I'll be outside," she said softly. If she stayed she
was going to explode and say something she might regret, though the only
reason she would regret it would be embarrassing Derek and Reese. She tried
to keep her face calm, but there was fire in her green eyes, which she had
turned quickly away from Derek.
