The piercing eyes turned to me. “Two fights today? And let’s see your hands—not a mark on them, is there. Little wuss.”
I couldn’t help it; I looked at my hands. My right hand seemed a little swollen, which was odd, because I could have sworn I nailed Dave with a left uppercut, but still—oh I remembered, I had banged it on the table leg when Royal knocked me off my chair. I smiled at the memory.
And Dad was on his feet. “You think that’s funny? You think picking a fight with the mayor’s son was funny? Do you know how much money that’s going to cost us—you? And what about my dignity? I have a lot riding on my image in this town!” This was so blatantly farfetched that Sid had to swallow and blink his eyes to avoid laughing out loud.
Sheila mouthed, “Janice is afraid, but Janice knows what
