But while I didn’t doubt Chloe’s ability to speak up for a friend, I didn’t think her mother would listen.
“Get some rest, honey. Wash your face. Eat something. Saturday morning, we are going to walk into that auditorium with our heads high.”
“And the scarf?”
“The scarf stays.”
I didn’t think her mother would listen.
She squeezed my hand and headed upstairs.
I listened to her bedroom door close.
Then I started thinking about how I would teach Mrs. Hargrove a lesson.
***
Graduation morning arrived cold and bright.
I zipped Lily’s pale blue dress and smoothed the silver scarf.
She managed a small smile in the mirror.
I started thinking about how I would teach Mrs. Hargrove a lesson.
I tucked her grandmother’s pearls into her ears and squeezed her shoulder.
“Whatever happens today, you walk in like you belong. Because you do.”
“What if she stops me at the door?”
“Then she’ll have to stop me first.”
***
The parking lot was already packed when we pulled in.
Families streamed toward the entrance in their best clothes, cameras swinging from their necks.
“What if she stops me at the door?”
Lily’s fingers twisted in her lap.
“You ready?” I asked.
“No.”
“Good. Brave people are never ready. They go anyway.”
We stepped out of the car and walked toward the front doors.
I saw Mrs. Hargrove before she saw us, standing beside the welcome table, checking names off a clipboard.
“You
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