The Summer of LeahChapter 6
I was on my third cup of coffee and finishing the morning paper when the quietness was interrupted by a shrill scream. Leah tore into the room. She tugged down her leotard revealing a long welt on her hip. “Ingrid cropped me,” she wailed. I marched to the gym. Ingrid was at her locker, packing a small bag. She nonchalantly watched me approach. She held up her hand. “Leah must have more time in training! She has become insolent and disrespectful. I will not have it!” she demanded. “She...