looked through her hair. "She'll need a good bath and
 
 shampoo."
 
 "That's disgusting, Ma. We're not dirty slobs." "Until someone invents a better way to describe
 
 you two, I'll stick with that." Mrs Westington said.
 
 "This is no hour to bring home this girl. She has to let
 
 her sleep."
 
 "It's Saturday night, for chrissakes," Rhona
 
 said. "Are you still living in those dark ages?" "I'm still a responsible person, if that's what you
 
 mean. yes."
 
 "I don't expect to frustrate the girl the way you
 
 frustrated me. Ma. Here I was locked up in this house
 
 while my friends were out there having fun all the
 
 time. You have to trust the people you love and not
 
 expect they'll do something terrible all the time." "In your case. Rhona, you exceeded my
 
 expectations," Mrs. Westington said, and turned Echo
 
 toward the stairs. She signed and told her she would
 
 help her take a bath and get to bed.
 
 Rhona and Skeeter watched them start up the
 
 stairs and then Rhona turned and glared viciously at
 
 me.
 
 "Did you work her up into this mood?" she
 
 asked.
 
 "I just came down myself, surprised you
 
 weren't back yet."
 
 "Oh, so you let her know you were surprised.
 
 Very convenient. I'm warning you. I'm not going to let
 
 you turn her against us." Rhona said, stepping toward
 
 me.
 
 "I don't have to do that. You do it so well
 
 yourself," I replied and, even though I was trembling,