Margaret Ledoux scraped the thick, yellow hollandaise sauce off her asparagus and tried to sneak a quick glance at her father through the barrier of red carnations that centered the restaurant table. Something was going to happen that she wouldn’t like. Her father was fumbling with his fork and breaking his roll into little crumbs on his bread and butter plate and laughing too loudly with everyone who stopped at their table to say hello or congratulate him on the reviews
She was sure that he was planning to have another serious talk with her. "We"tmve started off on the wrong foot again, haven"tmt we" Margaret put down her fork and made an attempt to brush her straight brown hair away from her face. I"tmve been home from boarding school almost a week with only Mr. " "How can you see what it is Can"tmt you wear a ribbon or a barrette or whatever it is girls wear to keep their hair out of their eyes" "I don"tmt like asparagus, either. "I don"tmt know what you want, Daddy. Then you act all nervous and funny, like you do each time you tell me the school doesn"tmt want me back; only this semester I didn"tmt do anything to make anyone mad. You"tmre too big to be playing with your food. " "I"tmm not playing with it. She felt uncomfortable as he watched her, his bald head gleaming in the candlelight, his glasses slipping on his nose. " "Her father sighed. He pushed the glasses back in place with one finger and said, "You"tmre twelve years old, Margaret. She wondered what she had done now.