Maggie researched private schools in the area and presented the list to Carl. Although she and her ex--husband had attended Sunday Mass often enough to look respectable and dutifully fostered their children through the sacraments, Carl seemed surprised to see mostly Catholic schools on the list. “You do realize that divorced parents are going to be more a rarity at a parochial school than a public one, don’t you?” he cautioned.
“I can deal with the judgment of strangers” Maggie answered. “What I can’t take any more of is people who acted like my friends last year eyeballing me now like I’m a juicy piece of meat they can’t wait to tear into the second my back is turned.”
“You mean the way you looked at that mom after her, er, previous profession was exposed?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Fine. Maybe I deserve this. But…I just, I get such a strong feeling that this is the right thing to do.”
“Okay, as long as you don’t think switching schools is the ticket to a magical fairyland where all your troubles disappear.”
Maggie nodded and frowned, knowing he was right.This time I'm not going to flake out on the tagging. I hereby tag the following 5 bloggers with U Got the Look: