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part-time job as an administrative assistant for a speech therapist.
    Just as she tosses the bags in the back of her car, she hears the alert for an incoming text. She taps the screen and sees that it’s from her niece.
    Hey, check it out: marlene0173.youtube.com
    Amy slips into the driver’s seat, away from the glaring sun, in order to watch the video more clearly.
    The link shows what appears to be footage shot by a cell phone, one probably belonging to Marlene. A girl is standing on the sidewalk, a strip of silver duct tape covering her mouth. She’s holding a sign that Amy has to squint to read.
    I Have No Voice
    There are several other students standing around, evidently supporting her. This must be Martin Luther King High, where Marlene goes.
    The picture jerks as the phone is turned to show a figure in a dress suit approaching. Amy knows who this happens to be. Ruth Kinney, the principal of MLK High School   —a woman you do not want to mess with. Amy interviewed Principal Kinney on her former blog a couple of years ago. She knows the woman is proud to be a female principal, and she’s outspoken about what it takes to break down stereotypes in order to reach that position.
    “Brooke, you need to stop this,” Kinney tells the girl with the duct tape and sign.
    There is no reaction from the student. The principal doesn’t just look annoyed. An expression of disgust fills her face.
    “This is the last time I’m going to tell you, Brooke. If you don’t stop this right now, there are going to be consequences.”
    Kinney looks at the camera with an expression that seems to say, And if you keep filming, there will be consequences for you, too.
    “Actually, I don’t think there will.”
    Amy instantly recognizes her niece talking.
    What are you doing, Marlene?
    “We’re on the sidewalk, which is public property,” the girl’s voice continues. “My dad’s a lawyer.”
    Someone in the background starts chanting, “Oh, no; she won’t go.” Others, including Marlene, join in.
    The principal scans the crowd and the camera directed at her with unblinking and careful eyes, then turns and heads back toward the school. The gathered students applaud and yell their support as the video stops with this moment of triumph.
    Amy still can’t figure out what’s going on. She replays the video and looks for clues, especially on the protesting girl, apparently named Brooke. But there’s nothing more she can learn. So she calls Marlene, who answers her phone as if she’s been expecting the call.
    “Hey, Aunt Amy.”
    “Good morning, Marlene. That’s some video you sent me. So what’s going on?”
    “You remember my friend Brooke?”
    “I think so.” Amy recalls running into Marlene and her friend the last time she was at her sister’s house. The girls were like two bright flowers you could hold in each hand. Her niece is a daisy while Brooke is a rose. “That was her on the video?”
    “Yeah. She got a teacher in trouble because she asked a question about Jesus in school and the teacher answered it. Now Brooke’s parents are suing the teacher and Brooke doesn’t even want them to but they are, and she’s not allowed to talk about it. We’re not even allowed to cover it for the school newspaper.”
    Several words echo in Amy’s head. Trouble. Question. Jesus. Not even allowed. “Is there any chance I could meet her?” she asks.
    “The teacher?”
    “No. Brooke.”

8
    RESSIE PICKS a really bad time to bolt out the door of my house and start running down the street. I’ve also picked a really bad time not to be wearing shoes. I have no choice but to sprint after the dog in my socks. Maybe I should be glad since now I’ll have a completely legitimate excuse to buy some replacements at Kohl’s; these ones will definitely have holes in them when I’m through with the chase. I’m going to have to get her quickly, though; my meeting with the teacher I’m supposed to represent is twenty minutes from