“Shit,” I mouthed under my breath. Ms. Leery’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t sass, Lucy Clark. Apologize to your parents immediately. Show them respect. You will do what is asked of you without whining and complaint. They’re only trying to find an opportunity that’s best for you.” I hesitated. “Now,” she said. “I’m sorry.” “Like you mean it. You shouldn’t feel resentment for people who are trying to help you.” She waited. She loved watching my pain. I think it fed her, literally; her muscles seemed to grow and multiply, and she seemed taller and stronger as she sat there. I stared at the phone, the
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