Chapter 20: Doing Stuff
“Daisy?” Mrs. Quang normally wore an easy, friendly expression, as if everything in the world delighted her. Daisy had only half-believed Jo’s stories of the stern disapproval she could direct at her husband or her daughter, but she felt it now. Mrs. Quang seemed taller than normal, her face more deeply lined, and her voice far sharper.
Daisy had wiped her eyes and fixed her makeup before walking up to the house, but more tears were coming and her nose was threatening to drip. She rubbed the back of her hand across it as gently as she could, knowing that if she smeared her powder, Mrs. Quang would be able to see how red it was.
“I know it’s late, Mrs. Quang. I’m sorry. I just really need to see Jo.”
“Did you girls get in a fight? Did you say something mean to he
