“Surprised The Dyke Sisters are eating lunch after that big breakfast at the Y. Guess the boys ain’t got no interest you three.”
The week before Christmas, they’d finally had enough. In those days, Toulouse High was run like a prison camp by Principal Wilson T. Rikes. Students who challenged staff never won, especially when they were the poor kids with bad grades. Complaining about Yates was a waste of time. She’d dug the footing for the school’s cornerstone with her spatula. She was a fixture.
One day, Yates went too far. She slung tuna casserole on Susan’s shirt and said, “Don’t worry, your friends like tuna. They’ll lick it off.”
“I’m going to kill her,” Susan whispered tonelessly, matter-of-factly. Gloria looked at Amy and then they both turned to Susan. She was picking the tuna cas
