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Teacher's Pet

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"Before we head down the hill for dinner, just let me grab my shawl," Alice said.

I turned with Penn's mother towards the yurt and smiled. "You have a beautiful home," I said.

Alice Brightwater snorted. "You know, dear, it's easy to hear when someone's thoughts and words don't match up."

I tried again. "How could I not think this is beautiful?" I gestured to the large swathes of bold fabrics, the layers of patterns, and the doorway curtain made of gauzy scarves.

"Because you still see it as a tent." Penn's mother sighed as he gave her a look. "I suppose I could let you see inside. Maybe that will change your mind."

I stepped inside the yurt behind her and covered my surprise with a small cough. The round room made of framing covered with canvas was hidden behind thick tapestries. Sumptuous rugs covered the dirt floor with large pillows scattered in place of furniture. Moroccan lamps hung from the ceiling and glowed with the flickering light of candles. A sleeping loft added space and also created hidden storage.

"This is wonderful," I breathed.

"But you wouldn't want to stay here," Alice said.

I crossed my arms. "Maybe I would if I felt welcome."

That sharp retort earned me a smile, and Alice patted my arm as she swept past me. For a woman sick with breast cancer, she moved gracefully. I could see the frail bend of her shoulders before she pulled on the shawl, and the sight squeezed my heart with hard memories.

Alice's sharp eyes were on mine. "You will be welcome when you stop hiding. Your thoughts and your words should be one."

I wasn't about to share my painful memories. It always felt like losing my mother all over again. So, I didn't say anything. I just pushed aside the scarves and stepped back outside.

There was already a small knot of people around the large campfire when we walked down the hill. Before we reached the quietly chattering group, Penn hooked my elbow and pulled me aside.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Yes," I lied. "I just don't think your mother likes me. She doesn't want me here."

Penn shook his head. "That's not true. Alice loves everyone. She's just pushing you. She wants you to open up."

I saw the curiosity all over his face and felt cold. My backs

tory only ever elicited pity, and once people pitied me, they never saw me as anything else.

I brushed my hair back over my shoulders and then twisted it into a tight bun. I didn't want pity. I wanted to be my own person and make my own way in the world. That meant leaving the past where it was and not digging it up every time someone was curious.

"Are you sure your mother's not just a bully?" I asked.

Penn laughed. "No. I'm certain she's a bully. Don't let her get to you. I'm living proof that you can survive without following Alice Brightwater's advice to the letter."

"What about Xavier? Does he follow her advice?"

"Looks like it," Penn muttered. He watched the billionaire settle his mother onto a log strewn with blankets. Xavier then took a seat on the soft dirt in front of her.

"They look happy together," I ventured.

Penn pulled a sour face. "Who knew that was even possible."

"What? That two people could make each other happy?" He slipped his hand into mine and squeezed as he pulled me into the circle. "Actually, I think I'm starting to figure that out."

"Billions of dollars at Mama Brightwater's feet," a camper was laughing to his companion.

All around the circle were comments about Xavier's suit and his shiny shoes. For a crowd that had been camping under the stars for an untold amount of time, they were certainly up to date on the latest tabloid headlines.

"Is it true that you appropriated a Native American tradition in order to make your conference calls more efficient?" another camper asked Xavier directly.

The tension around the circle was palpable, to everyone except Xavier Templeton. He laughed, "No. Though, funny enough, that article made some good points, and now we might try it in the future."



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