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“Don’t get so lovey–dovey. You’ll see each
other again soon enough. It’s not appropriate
for the children,” Susan said, cheerfully
carrying in a dish of food.
The simple braised pork made Lily’s eyes
light up. She ate greedily, her face covered in
sauce. I reached for a napkin to wipe her
mouth, when Chloe sneered in English, “She
eats like a dog! So gross!”
I turned to her. The disgust on her little face
was plain to see. She stuck out her tongue.
Even though I’m not highly educated, I did go
to school. I knew what “dog” meant in
English, even as a child.
I glared at Chloe. “Who are you calling a
く
dog?”
Chloe started crying.
Susan quickly stepped in. “Molly, please,
she’s just a child. She’s just showing off her
English.”
“Showing off?” I slammed my hand on the
table. “I may be from the country, but I’m not
stupid!”
Susan hugged Chloe tighter, a hint of disdain
in her eyes. She didn’t say a word.
Gary frowned. “Molly, Chloe’s young. You’re
an adult. Why are you arguing with a child?”
My anger boiled over. I flipped the table. “Gary! The one being called a dog is YOUR
daughter!”
“I’ll be a dog, but I won’t be treated like one!”
