Margaret Ledoux scraped the thick, yellow hollandaise sauce off her asparagus and tried to sneak a quick glance at her father through the barrier of red carnations that centered the restaurant table. Something was going to happen that she wouldn’t like. Her father was fumbling with his fork and breaking his roll into little crumbs on his bread and butter plate and laughing too loudly with everyone who stopped at their table to say …showed first 75 words of 339 total…

…showed last 75 words of 339 total…haven’t even seen you , and—I just mean that you suddenly come home and say I should dress up because we’re going out to dinner. Then you act all nervous and funny, like you do each time you tell me the school doesn’t want me back; only this semester I didn’t do anything to make anyone mad. I just have the school. I hate everyone there. But that’s no crime.”