The next morning, though, I had to wonder at her reaction. What the hell was going on with my wife? I let that distract me, and I left for school without taking a stack of graded worksheets with me. I groaned inside when I realized what I had done, but did not let on to my first-period class that I had forgotten. Instead, I went over the two problems that most of them had missed on that worksheet before continuing with the day's lesson.
I knew that my planning period was right after that class. As soon as the class ended, I hustled the kids out the door and hurried to my car. When I arrived home, I was annoyed to see another car parked in my spot in the driveway. I pulled up to the curb and parked, jumping out to run inside. The worksheets were sitting on the kitchen counter, and I grabbe
