Sarah took her hand, a little uncertainly, but smiled as my mother grasped Sarah's forearm with her other hand. The gesture seemed tribal to me, and I could tell Sarah was uncomfortable, but the look in my mother's eyes was gratitude and something else. Pride.
I had only met her five minutes earlier, but I wanted my mother to look at me with that same feeling.
Sarah turned to me and said, "You're going to be in big trouble at school tomorrow."
"Me?" I lowered the ice pack. My mother made me put it back. “What did I do?"