Chapter 80

• The administrator smiled. She seemed genuine enough, but she was probably genuine with everyone, which made the whole act as fake as shit. Her brown hair was straight, but at the end, I could see it was naturally curly. A little patch of eyebrow had begun to grow at the top of her nose. She wore a little wreath with a bell hanging from it on her lapel. “I’m Doctor Frances Ramone, but you can just call me Frances.” We were all on a first-name basis in Westonwood.
• “You can call me Miss Drazen.”
• My joke had no effect on her that I could see. Being blind with a headache, who knew what was happening in my peripheral vision? On the other side of the glass walls, people played checkers and some asshole grumbled in a wheelchair. More windows decoratively barred against escape. Lightweight plastic chairs, great for throwing but not hurting. A television permanently set to beautiful scenes of nature, flowers, and butterflies. And that was how rich kids disappeared into Westonwood. No TV. No internet. No phone.