She sat up slowly. “You what?”
The little boy cringed and lowered his eyes.
“What did you just tell me young man?” Her tone was curt. Furious. Business like.
The boy further compressed himself into a pathetic ball of knobby knees and puddle eyes.
“You look here. You look into my eyes and you look real good. Now-” The boy hesitatingly raised his gaze and met her stare. “-Your behavior is unacceptable. Shameful. Can you imagine if I had been there? Oh lord.”
The little boy’s gaze began to falter. And silently, a tear ran down his cheek. Not again.