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Sarah was almost fully recovered.
The Williams hadn’t visited.
We didn’t ask them to pay for anything, and
they never came.
I didn’t care anymore, I was about to ruin
them.
“Brother, my classmates are talking about
you.”
“Really? What are they saying?”
“You’re brave. They wish they had a brother
like you.”
I loved hearing that.
“Wendy used to pick on them too, but no one
helped them.”
“The teachers didn’t do anything?”
Sarah shook her head. “Wendy gets good
<
grades, so they ignore her.”
“Ignoring it is another kind of bullying,” I said.
“Sarah, don’t worry. Wendy won’t be at school
anymore.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Put on a show,” I said.
