“Leave. Now.”“Or what, Rick?” Michael retorted, turning toward him with a sick smile on his face. “Are you going to make me?”Courtney push...d her chair back so that she was stuck in the corner of her desk. She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. “Leave.” Rick ordered. “I’m going to call the police to escort you out of here otherwise and I don’t think that you want that to happen.”Before Rick could touch the phone, Michael grabbed Courtney, pulling her from her chair, stepping away. " Not in the dirt in that cream sweater dress, sie is! Jezzie can kneelon the picnic bench," says my mother.I kneel, slightly elevated and beg them. My family is not taking thispart very seriously. The jury makes smart remarks like "I expect morerending of garments" and "sie hasn't said once that sie doesn't wantto live anymore due to the shame." The jury holds its hands out andgives me a thumbs up, and a big smile of approval, it has to beunanimous, I could be convicted on just one vote. . It'sreally for me to give him his cheat notes for tomorrows test." I'll be there." Missy said.A short time later, Brad showed up in his old High School letter mansweater, shirt jeans and sneakers. "You got those notes for me?" Bradasked as he walked up to Eric."You'll get everything you deserve." Eric said as Missy came up frombehind with a baseball bat and knocked him out. "Everything you deserveindeed." Help me get him strapped to the table." Missy said as she picked himup by the shoulders. ”She shook her head, “No, you’re the writer. You do it. I’ll read it and make suggestions if you want, but I’m not a writer.” Ha! I’m not, either! At least I never thought so, until people started telling me that they liked what I wrote.She could, I know she could. Then another thought went through my pea-brain. “Just curious, love, is that Ginger’s fantasy… or… maybe yours?” Especially, after what she’d said about Adriana in that glass cage, made me wonder.Even more when Karen’s face turned.