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It’s
getting late. I’ve got to get dinner on the table.”
    Mom stands and places her hand on Isabelle’s
shoulder. “I’ll show you out.”
    Half-way to the front door, Isabelle peers
over her shoulder at me. “It was nice meeting you Ellory.”
    “Nice meeting you too, Isabelle.”
    Isabelle and Mom disappear from my view. Then
I hear the front door slam.
    I can’t believe my Mom and the way she threw
out my tour services without even asking me. There is no way in
hell, I’m showing Adam around. Closing my eyes, I think of his
hysterical laughter. Pointing. Clutching his side. I feel
humiliated all over again.
    Mom walks back into the kitchen a smile on
her face. “Well that was nice.”
    “There was nothing nice about it,” I groan.
“How could you throw out my service like that? It’s like you’re my
pimp.”
    Mom lets out a frustrated sigh. “It won’t be
that bad.”
    “Bad! It’s catastrophic! I don’t even like
her son!”
    “Ellory Louise, why do you always have to be
so dramatic? It’s just a tour. If you don’t want to be around him
after that you don’t have to be.”
    I stand, ticked off. I’m breathing heavy and
every limb attached to me tingles. “I’m going back to my room.
    I stalk past Mom and she latches onto the
collar of my shirt. “Nah uh. Have a seat young lady. We still need
to talk about happened earlier.”
    Rolling my eyes, I plop down in the chair.
“What about it?”
    She tsks, folds her arms across chest and
leans against the island. “We’re going to discuss your
suspension.”
    “What is there to discuss? I got suspended.
End of story.”
    Mom laughs and sounds like a lunatic. “Oh no.
If you think tomorrow is going to be a free vacation day for you,
you’ve got another thing coming.”
    I lower my head. My temples are throbbing and
I feel a migraine coming on. I’m so over today. I don’t want to
fight anymore. I just want to go to bed. Shutting my eyes, I pinch
the bridge of my nose. “What’s the damage? What’s my
punishment?”
    “You’re going to work the field with me
tomorrow.”
    “Fine.” Working one day in the field is
totally worth breaking Katie Halston’s nose. A million times
over.
    ****
    The next morning, I’m pulled out of my deep
sleep by the lights flickering on and off. I groan and roll over
yanking my comforter up over my head.
    Mom’s footsteps thud against the carpet. “I
don’t think so. Time to wake up.”
    She rips my comforter off me.
    I shiver and rub warmth into my arms. Then I
focus on the alarm clock. “Mom,” I whine. “It’s only
five-fifteen!”
    “We have a lot of work to do,” she tells me
and walks out my door.
    My legs dangle off the side of my leg. I’m
not fully awake. And I’m tempted to pick my comforter up off the
floor and go back to sleep. Mom knows this because she knows me too
well. She pokes her head through my open doorway. “Hurry up. Don’t
stall. You’re not getting out of this.”
    “I’m coming,” I grumble.
    After getting dressed in my ratty farm
clothes, a pair of worn out overalls, a sweatshirt with stains, and
sneakers with the soles coming off in places, I sulk into the
kitchen and make myself a bowl of instant oatmeal. Standing in
front of the sink, I glance out the window. The sun hasn’t even
come up yet. I don’t know how Mom expects me to work in the
dark.
    I finish my oatmeal and toss my bowl in the
sink. Then I yank the window open. Cold air wafts in, whirls around
the kitchen and stings my cheeks. I close the window, sigh, grab my
jacket, and walk outside.
    Mom pushes a wheel barrel filled with hay
toward me. She sets it down. “Spread the hay out along the soybean
field,” she instructs. “When you run out of hay. I’ve already
brought up some more.” She points over her shoulder to a massive
pile.
    Scanning her up and down, noticing she’s
still in her pajamas I narrow my eyes. “Where are you going to
be?”
    A devilish grin. “Inside. Having