“Do you like Mr. Overo?” she asked, writing down a math equation like she had asked about addition. “Well, ummm, we have a sort of relationship,” she paused. “We are very close and don’t tell anybody this, but we have been on a date.” “Sounds to me like you’re dating,” the student murmured. Kennedy, her names was. Mrs Ramira knew she had a tendency to gossip. But this was certainly a rumor that would spread like wildfire.