For a year ,Jack Gladney woke up everyday to a empty bed. His Babette had a mid life crisis, taking off with another man, leaving her husband to tend to 4 children by himself. With the grief of a absent wife , he juggles being a professor and fat...
AN:This chapter includes the usage of cannabis, and heavily mentioned and describes the effect of cannabis while having sex. If this bothers you. I suggest you do not read this chapter.
The following week after the awards were fine at home, peachy. Jasmine and Jack's relationship remained hidden in front of the children, unfortunately.
it was a tad harder than Jack excepted to tell his children about his dating life when there was an encrypted postcard in his drawer from his wife!
Denise kept on Jack relentlessly about telling Steffie and Heinrich at least!
The postcard backed a burning question now, what if Baba wanted to come back and work it out? Did she deserve a second chance at their marriage? At being a family for the sake of their children?
That week's work was also the most uncomfortable Jack had experienced in his career.
Word had gotten out about him and Jasmine's relationship.
Jack knew as much as he loved Eric loved his daughter he wouldn't dare exploit her by gossiping. Eric took off the entire week "sick' avoiding Jack at all costs.
All fingers pointed at a very petty Vivian.
He spent the majority of the week pretending he didn't hear someone talking about him before he entered the teacher's lounge.
Murray had heard the same things the others had but didn't necessarily appear fickle or gave any indication of judgment. He was mutual on the subject.
Vivian had spent all week trying to recruit new people into shaming and shunning their fellow professor.
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Most people didn't want to get involved with the hoopla of other's personal life. While a few had no problem branding him with a nasty term. He was living a modern 'The Scarlett letter.' His letter was "C".
For "cradle robber".
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"T.G.I.F. huh? Do you have any plans this weekend, Jack? I, myself, might go to the air show." Murray asked heedfully. Still considerate of his friend's life outside of teaching.
Jack pushed his glasses up and kept walking straight and narrow threw the crowded hallway after the bells released.
"Oh, I saw the ads in the paper for that. Sounds fun. I plan on camping out this weekend. " Jack says trying to repress his excitement.
Murray was taken aback by his plans. It was certainly out of the ordinary for him.
"The children must have won a bet against you?"
".. It's sorta a getaway with --"
Jack's mouth parts to say her name. But the number of people in the hall makes him weary of eavesdroppers.
