“My sister threw an iron skillet at my four-year-old yesterday morning,” I said.

“My mother is trying to protect her.”

Principal Davis leaned back, his chair creaking on the linoleum.

“Three members of the school board sit on the hospital fund committee with your mother,” he said.

“Are you ready for what happens if this becomes an ethics complaint?”

“I’m resigning the summer contract today,” I said.

“The letter’s in the envelope.”

He picked up the white envelope, turned it over twice in his hands, and slid it into his leather briefcase without opening it.