A Good ManChapter 13 Can We Talk
My anger didn’t abate the next day or the day after that. Clarissa avoided me—it looked as if our brief friendship was at an end. Lily didn’t turn up to school on either day, but on Thursday morning she sought me out by my locker. “Do you have time to talk?” “Of course.” We left the common room and found a quiet corner in the library. “I spoke to Daddy. And my mom. He was really, really angry.” “With you?” She shook her head. “Angry with himself for leaving me alone but even more angry...