But besides being embarrassed—or maybe because of it—I was pissed off too. I wasn't about to go back to that sweet, dangerous-looking woman in Chi...ago with the half crew cut and half dog ears hairdo, and tell her that her mother was smarter than I was. I was beginning to get a glimmer of why Ronnie had that dangerous, smart aura about her. She might not like her mother, but she was a product of the woman's genes.So I opted for plan C.I was tempted to give it a day or two. I mean she HAD called. He smiled. He knew now was the time to destroy her hope along with her dignity which he took last night."Here." Nathan said handing Connor the tablet.Connor eagerly swallowed it and the glass of water Nathan handed him.After thirty minutes, Connor began to realize nothing was happening. "Are you sure you gave me the right tablet?" she asked nearly in tears."Yeah, I don't know what's wrong. It should have worked by now." Nathan said faking concern."This can't be happening!" Connor cried. "You. Out of left field, she said, “You have a great smile, Lightfoot. You should smile more often. So, what other languages do you know?”Playing with her, I answered, “Pretty much every one spoken on the planet.”“You’re kidding! Really?”I nodded, still smiling. “I’m aware of all the languages. But I only speak six fluently.”Callie flopped back into her seat. “Jeez Louise! You’re a pain, Lightfoot. It would be easier to wrestle alligators than have a conversation with you! What languages do you. Finally he had wound down, informing her that he had locked them in his office to sort things out."I DO hope that more violence won't occur," he said piously.Angelina used the last of her self-control to avoid laughing out loud. Yes, there had been the fencing incident, but beyond that the idea of Rory and Paris coming to blows was absolutely absurd. Once the Headmaster had moved on she quickened her pace. Whatever was going on with Rory and Paris she was sure of two things. First, it didn't.