Rachelli flushed. She wanted to answer back, defend herself or say something, but then she realized it was true
“Your sketchbook,” Mrs. Hertz repeated stiffly. “Which was confiscated. Because you were drawing in it.”
Up close, suddenly, her former aunt didn’t seem so scary, just weary. Rachelli nodded, trying to look apologetic. “I… I didn’t think the teacher would mind.”
Mrs. Hertz’s eyebrows jumped up, and she looked a little like her old self. “Wouldn’t mind? That you were involved in other activities during class? I don’t believe that’s a good-enough excuse.”
Rachelli twisted her fingers together and clenched her hands tight. Her sketchbook. Surely Mrs. Hertz wouldn’t refuse to return it?
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