“I was late leaving Mr. Hawkins’ class.” Jason’s voice was flat as he related to his mother the incident of the morning. He told her of the verbal confrontation with the security guard and the accusation of smoking, but left out the physical contact, the handcuffing. As he finished his voice was shaking. “I don’t know when they called, but Rosenwald and Dutchussy made me sit in this little room, like a supply closet, all day. I thought they’d called you or Dad, but I didn’t know. All I got was one detention.”
Julia cupped a hand over Jason’s forearm. “That would have made me angry,” she said.
“I didn’t do anything except get a can of orange juice. It just pisses me off. I hate that woman.”
“Dr. Rosenwald?”
“Dr. Dutch. She’s like a Hitler or something. Everybody hates her.”
“Well, I’m
