Today, while my students created a poster with a summary of Neil Gaiman’s book, The Graveyard, I walked from group to group. Somehow, five 14-year-old boys ended up in a group together.
When I stopped to review their vocabulary, one of the boys exclaimed, “Your earrings match your necklace.”
For whatever reason, the boys thought that was hilarious. Maybe it was because it was 2:00 on a Thursday afternoon.
Then, Brian asked, “Did someone give them to you?”
My face flushed.
Joey laughed. “Obviously. Who?”
“My late husband,” I replied.
Taken aback, Joey asked, “You were married? What happened to him?”
“He passed away.”
All five boys said with both their eyes and voices, “I’m sorry.”
Standing next to me, Brian asked, “Did he give them to you at the same time?”
I thought a minute. “No. Why do you ask?”
“Did you get the necklace before the earrings?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Oh, I bet he bought them at the same time; but, kept the earrings for later. My dad has a whole closet of stuff for my mom.”
I didn’t tell him that I knew David Frank sent them for each occasion from Detroit. All of my fine jewelry came from Leo Frank and Sons.
Instead, I laughed. I really laughed.
I love teaching. I wouldn’t be a teacher without my late husband.