I turn to the blonde bully. “Go near Willow again, sweetie, I dare you.” I sneer.
Her eyes widen in fear.
“Miss Brielle!” Mr. Masters snaps.
“Who the hell is this?” the mother asks snootily.
“I’m your worst nightmare. Now get a leash on your girl before I involve the police.”
She puts her arm around her daughter. “Come on, dear, let’s go home. It’s been a traumatic day. This woman is a hooligan.” She glares at me and storms off.
I turn to Mr. Masters. “Are you kidding me?”
“Are you kidding me?” He growls.
“How dare you!” I snap, and I storm my way back to the car.
“How dare I?” he calls as he follows me. “How dare you?”
“Oh. I dare, all right,” I shout as I arrive at the car.
Willow and Sammy are standing wide-eyed at the car, waiting for it to be unlocked. I don’t think they’ve
