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“You know,” she said, turning toward the rest of the table now, “I’ve always thought teaching was more of a hobby than a career. I mean, anyone with patience and a few crayons can do it.”
“Mom,” Ethan said sharply, “enough.”
“I’m just saying! It’s cute that she enjoys it. Though I imagine it must be hard, standing all day for…
what, forty grand a year? I’d lose my mind.”
I kept my voice steady as I replied, “Actually, I make more than that.”
Karen gasped, placing a manicured hand over her chest. “Oh!
Fifty?”
“Sixty-two,” I said.
She let out a loud, dramatic laugh that turned a few heads from nearby tables.
“Oh, honey,” she said, dabbing at her eyes as if I’d just told the funniest joke. “That’s adorable. That’s what I spend on handbags in a year!”
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