Heading for the teacher lounge, he sought a teacher for a ride home. Duke Ellington A Train tune escape the teacher lounge. Two ladies huddle together at a coffee table. The older teacher dressed in white giving off an angelic appearance, glared at Brice.
"When is Jason going order our end table," asked the other teacher warmed her hands on her coffee mug.
"Do not bring messed up like that in front of him, Sally." Angelic looked Brice up and down. "He'll just use that as another weapon against Jason."
She doesn't have an end table Brice thought smirking. That's the problem when a person idolizes a crook nothing gets done. The Jasons grow with supporters.
Brice dragged his hand along a wool sofa following it to the arm where the coffee maker was setup on the table. People and Jet magazines covered it along with scratch paper and pens. Mexican decorated mugs were setup on the folding table. He filled the mug that was under the spout with coffee then waved two sugars in the air before tearing them open.
"Make sure you put another mug in its place," said the lady dressed in white.
Brice pulled a mug from the even stacked mugs against the window. Chill had form on the cups like in the air. "Cold." He slid the cup underneath the spout. "And your names?"
"Ann and Sally," the angelic one said.
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