Miss Greco, here's $500,000, my donation to the school. I'm not asking for much. Just have sisters apologize and make things right. Otherwise, I'm going straight to the police to report him for assault once he's got a record he can forget about ever getting into college miss greco's eyes lit up the moment she saw that bank card she turned to me and solemnly said dante did you hear
that either you call your sisters right now to come pay up and apologize or you get a criminal record and kiss college goodbye the words criminal record hit me like a needle stabbing straight into to my brain. I couldn't have a criminal record. As I looked at the bank card and Miss Greco's snobbish, ugly face, tears suddenly welled up in my eyes. With trembling fingers, I finally
turned on my phone. I tapped the name at the top of my contact list, Sophia. She might be a Donna, but of all my sisters, she was still the gentlest one. She could pretend to be an ordinary person and get through this without any trouble. The call connected the instant dial. I didn't know what Sophia was doing, but I could vaguely hear rustling sounds from the receiver.
What's up, Dante? Sophia, Miss Greco wants you to come over to the school.