“You got a call from school earlier today, girl. If you don"t return by Friday, they"ll revoke your scholarship and throw you out!” Janet swished a giant slurp of tea while pointing her bony finger across the room as if she could force her demands on Amalia.
“Okay, Momma.”
“Three weeks is long enough to mope around this house over a silly little pain in your shoulder. You don"t know pain "til you"ve had diabetes.” Janet"s hand slapped the table, disturbing both the contents of their bowls of oatmeal and the remnants of their brokered silence.
Amalia had returned home by bus two days after Riley attacked her on the Woodland campus. She"d been unable to think about anything but visiting her father"s grave, hoping it would bring some solace to her riddled nerves. With no strength to argue,
