Tabloid Teacher. Dominique Butler

      Sam cringed. She washed the towels yesterday. “Okay.” She answered. “I can’t talk long, but could you take the girls to school tomorrow. I was just told I have a workshop to go to tomorrow.” It wasn’t a lie exactly. She did have a workshop to go to, but it was down the street from her school so originally she had planned to drop off the girls and continue.

      “Oh, alright so do you want them to just spend the night.” Her mom suggested.

      “That sounds good. I’ll stop by to kiss them goodnight after work.” Again Sam cringed. Why did I say that? If I stop by she’s going to wonder why I’m rushing off. “Actually, I’ll call first in case they’re already asleep.”

      “MmmmHmmmm.” Her mom sounded busy doing something else. She was most likely shopping.

      “Okay, bye.”

      “Bye.”

      The conversation ended leaving Sam feeling once again conflicted. On the one hand she hated lying to her mother almost as much as she hated her mother getting in her business. Then she also hated placing her children on the back burner for a man. How often will I have a movie star in my apartment? How often will I even be around a millionaire? Or even a man I’m remotely attracted to? She tried desperately to rationalize away the guilt she was already feeling.