“But on the afternoon of June fifth, something did upset you,” Dr. Woodrow said, speaking for the first time.
I nodded, even as my gut clenched at the recollection. The letter from the student aid office…the dark clouds that had formed over our tiny rented house as the anger and worry swirling in me had reached out to the skies and disturbed the air currents there.
“They denied my student aid,” I said. “I was angry.” And that anger painted a nice big target right on me and my mother….
Dr. Richards typed something into her laptop. “Understandable. So, that was the first time you were extremely upset during your time in Kanab?”
“Yes.” Sure, I’d had minor irritations to deal with, but nothing that had caused the level of anger the letter from the student aid office had instigated. I could
