Spring Fever

One spring day I was taking the roll in my secretarial class at our local technical college. One of the sun worshipers was absent. “Cindy won’t be here this afternoon?” I asked.

“She went home to lay in the sun,” a young woman in the front row answered.

Trying to correct her grammar without embarrassing her before the class, I whispered, “Lie.”

“Okay,” she replied in astonishment. “Cindy got sick and went home.”
Contributed by

Mary T. Upton