Mrs. Horton pushed open the door and gave Glenda, the principal’s secretary, a hundred-watt smile. “Good morning, Glenda. I have Lacy here, again,” she said as if the woman couldn’t see Lacy standing there beside her.
Glenda frowned, noting the bruising and lacerations on Lacy’s face. “Let me guess, you walked into a wall. No, wait—a dish popped out of the cupboard and you caught it with your face.”
The sarcasm cut like a knife through Lacy’s heart. Mrs. Horton, not acknowledging Glenda’s comment said, “I think it’s time we spoke with Mr. Walker. It’s a bad one this time.” She gestured at Lacy, pulling down the scarf and pointing out the bruising around her neck.
“What for, it won’t do any good,” Glenda said.
“How can you say that?” Mrs. Horton asked.
Glenda pointed at Lacy, causing her to shrink back. “Because that little one there protects him, and unless she’s willing to stand up against him, nothing will improve. Isn’t that right, Lacy?”
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