’ I say, trying my hardest to not think of that dream. ‘Just tired. I had kind of a weird dream last night. Guess its still with me.’ ‘Oh? Wha... kind of dream was it?’ He says intrigued. As i feel my face start to get red, I instantly tried to change the topic. ‘Oh, nothing that interesting,’ I can’t help but blush more because of how ridiculously false that statement was. ‘How are you doing today, Jason?’ ‘I’m pretty good. Just waiting to clock in,’ He smiles pointing at the clock behind me.. I’d gotten myself involved when I spoke to Lily. So why was I so angry?Del Stevens and I had never gotten along, and we’d stayed out of each other’s way most of the time we were at school. But he’d gotten under my skin shortly after my parents’ accident and had been like salt in a raw wound ever since.When the bell went to signal the end of the lesson, I picked up my books intending to hurry back to my locker and get off the school grounds—I was free period six and didn’t want to stick around. . and then... then Nancy took me... she took me... and... she was... she wanted to... cut me up... dissect me... like you do with... with a frog...". Her sobbing started anew, and her words trailed off... "OK, I see," he said, "Tonya, what's happening is that your mind is reacting to the situation; subconsciously, you feel like a lab animal, trapped and helpless. It's quite normal, I assure you." But... but why... ?" See, Tonya," he explained, patiently, "The intensive therapy requires that the. “Thank you.”“I couldn’t let him...” Nathan turned away. The vision of his father looming over her almost naked form tormented him.“It will cause trouble,” she said. “For your mother too. I’m sorry about that,” she said.“You don’t know my mother,” said Nathan, picking at a patch of paint on his arm. “She’s much tougher than he is.”“She was very kind,” said Flossie. “She’s got a very good heart for a white...” Flossie stopped, embarrassed that her own racism was showing.Seeing him pick at the.