“You’re supposed to be in treatment for this,” she said. “If I hadn’t been here, you could have died.”
Is that what this was about? I thought. I figured she’d be pissed about me almost setting fire to the house. I really didn’t expect that my well-being would factor into the conversation at all—one-sided as though this conversation might be.
“Stupid girl,” she said. “I should put you over my knee.”
Okay, maybe my well-being wasn’t so high on the list.
“I am far too upset to deal with you humanely right now.” She was pacing again, making a path to the window and back. When she came back to the side of the bed, I had a view of my crutches in addition to the points of her shoes.
“Get up,” she said. “You’re going to get up and stand in the corner to think about what you’ve done while I de
