“What is going on?” Maxwell asked looking from me to his mother.
I shook my head and left the kitchen to check up on Chris. She was my concern now—not his ill-mannered mother.
Chris was sitting outside with Juan. She was crying to him about how unfair love has been to me and how she can’t take it when people judge me. “Chris,” I softly said her name and watched her jump to her feet.
“I am sorry that I ruined this case for you but I couldn’t take how she was talking to you. I know the law binds you to be good-mannered but—” I wrapped my arms around her and embraced her with a grateful hug.
I get where my sister’s concern is coming from and why she hates watching me treat people with politeness even though they treat me worst than they treat garbage. The law does bind me to behave and
