Chapter 210
Scooter took a deep breath. “She’s from Atlanta,” he said reasonably. “I suspect racial epithets are pretty thick on the ground sometimes.”
Mrs. Mann slanted a glance at him. “And the Stahl temper doesn’t help. She still hit him, reasonable or not.”
“And we will definitely deal with that,” Andy said. “We’ve already talked about it some, and we’ll try to make sure the lesson is learned. She definitely should have gone to a teacher first. We’re not disputing that.”
Michael looked from Andy to his mother and then back at the principal, who was—damn him—just sort of smirking about the whole thing. “I don’t understand.”
Mrs. Mann sighed. “Honey, it’s rude to call attention to the color of people’s skin like that. And it’s rude to compare people to food. Even your favorite.”