Chapter 20
“I know you’re upset, but I promise I’ll get to the bottom of it on Monday.”
He’s so kind, but he just doesn’t understand. How could he? He’s one of them. He’s always taking their side. I cry against my pillow trying to smother the sobs, so he thinks I’m okay as I nod. He’s my brother, and it’s not him I ache to hurt.
“Now, sit up. I have something for you.” He wiggles his hand into the pocket of his khakis and pulls out a red satin bag about the size of his palm. The bed squeaks a little as I sit up and tug at my nightgown. My stained dress lies in a ruined pink puddle next to my bed. I haven’t shown Mother. She’ll want an explanation, and I haven’t thought of anything yet. If she finds out what happened at school, she’ll be mad again and accuse me of not trying harder to be
