The Good Friday Murder (2015)
“The intense humid heat of summer had not yet attacked the city. A slight breeze carried the scent of fruits and vegetables from a small shop as we passed.
“You a teacher?” he asked.
“Yes. How’d you guess? Was I very schoolmarmish at lunch?”
“Nothing like that. It’s June and you’re not working. Just seemed the obvious thing. What do you teach?”
“English.”
“Ah.”
“Poetry,” I said, to allay his fears. “Not grammar.”
“That’s good. High school?”
“College. I’ll be teaching a course this fall on Poetry and the Contemporary American Woman.” I laughed at my private joke.
“Sounds like fun.”
“I think so, too.”
“I took seven years to get a college degree while I was on the job.”
I was impressed. “That must have meant lots of long days and hard nights.”
“It was. But it was worth it. I think I missed the course on Poetry and the Contemporary American Woman.”
I laughed again. “So did I. I wanted to spend the summer preparing for it. That was until I took on the Talley murder.”
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