“Shit hit the fan.” I didn’t know what else to say.
Caroline looked at all the gossiping parents and teachers as they glanced our way. “What should I do?”
I let out a forced sigh. “Damage control?”
She pulled her hair back into her signature power ponytail. “On it.”
“You got this,” I cheered.
Walking into the middle of the atrium, Caroline put her hand high in the air. “Everyone, I know that was a messy scene, but let’s not allow it to take away from making money for our fieldtrip fund for the kids. Try to have a good time and gorge on some tasty treats. It’s for the children, after all.”
And just like that, everyone snapped out of their gossiping trance and went about their business like nothing had happened.
“That seemed too easy,” I remarked, walking up to Caroline’s side.
“These parents are like vultures—they’re just pretending to drop it.” She rolled her eyes before laughing. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
I shook my head. “I really can’t either.”
“How do you know the Reynolds family?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
“Work,” I replied, and she knew that meant the end of that conversation. “How about we take our own advice and get back to it?”
“Sounds like the right thing to do.”