The Lies That Bind by Kate Carlisle Page B

classroom.”
    “Just because you made a stupid phone call doesn’t mean you’re some kind of savior.”
    “I agree.” I gestured toward my students, who watched with avid interest. “Now, I have a class to run, so amscray, itchbay.”
    “Because you’re not,” she continued, as though I hadn’t said anything.
    “I know. I heard you.” That’s when I noticed Naomi wringing her hands. Even Layla looked nervous. Fascinating. But not much help. To Minka, I said, “What part of hasta la vista don’t you understand?”
    Her scowl would’ve been scary if not for her tendency to spit when she spoke. “I can see the smug satisfaction in your eyes.”
    “Can you?”
    “Yes, and it sickens me.”
    “Minka,” Naomi said, tentatively reaching for Minka’s arm, “you should thank God that Brooklyn found you in time.”
    “Oh, really?” Minka shrugged Naomi’s hand away as her voice grew louder and more shrill. “So she can rub my nose in it for the rest of my life?”
    A few of my students cringed as she shrieked the word life . She sounded like a squealing rat, but I could sympathize. The thought that I’d saved her life made me just as queasy.
    “But you could’ve died,” Naomi said. I appreciated her attempts to be civilized, but she didn’t know who she was dealing with.
    “Oh, get real,” Minka said to Naomi. “It was just a friggin’ bump on the head.”
    “Is that so?” Naomi said, irritated now. “I heard you were still out cold until late this morning.”
    Minka rolled her eyes, then grimaced in pain from the effort. “Never mind.”
    “You probably shouldn’t be here,” Naomi said. “I’ll bet your doctor doesn’t even know you left the hospital.”
    Minka’s nostrils flared but she said nothing. Naomi folded her arms in triumph.
    “We’re just glad you’re back in fighting form, sweetie,” Layla crooned, touching Minka’s shoulder. “Now, don’t you have your own class to teach?”
    Why did Layla treat her so nicely? Professional courtesy among snakes, maybe?
    Minka glared at me. I gazed back at her with what I hoped was a look of blasé indifference, though I wanted more than anything to stab her with my long, sharp sewing needle.
    Finally, she shook her head in fury, stomped her foot like the frustrated cow that she was, then whipped around and clomped out. Layla rushed after her and wrapped her arm around Minka’s shoulder. Naomi exhaled loudly, shot me a fulminating look, and left the room, shutting the door behind her.
    I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. So much for gratitude.
    “Wow, that was so rude,” Alice said, shocked. She turned and studied my face. “Are you all right?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Isn’t she the girl who was knocked out in the hall the other night?” Gina asked.
    “Yes, she’s the one,” Whitney said, then grimaced. “I remember that hair.”
    “What an ingrate,” Marianne said, righteously indignant on my behalf. “She could’ve died if Brooklyn hadn’t found her.”
    “What’s wrong with her?” quiet Jennifer asked.
    “She’s just a royal bee-yotch,” Whitney said, and the others agreed.
    I smiled gratefully. I was growing more fond of my students every day. “So, where were we?”
    “It’s hammer time?” Mitchell said, causing more groans and a few laughs.
    “Right. Everyone find their hammer in their tool packet.” While they went through their packets, I took a minute to catch my breath. Minka was a menace to my health.
    “Okay, everyone ready?” I asked, holding up my favorite tool. I’d purchased the new bookbinders hammer when I’d returned from Edinburgh last month. My old favorite hammer, a gift from my mentor, had been stolen and used as a murder weapon.
    It was a long story, and I tried not to think about it as I prepared to demonstrate the proper way of rounding the spine of the textblock.
    I had them remove their glued pages from the wood presses and test the glue.
    “The adhesive should