“See ya at school tomorrow, Chad.” Tucker reached for his jacket. When he did, Mrs. Burke zeroed in on the frosting on his wrist. Her stare was so intense that he could almost feel it burn.
She jerked the coat back away from him. “Let me get you a cloth to wipe that off,” she offered. Before she could take a step, Chad, who had made his way to Tucker’s side, swiped it off with his finger—that he then stuck in his mouth.