Chimes Outside My Window

Book excerpt: Susan Culhane looked down at her tight dress then at her superior. The older woman looked back at her with an authoritative glare. Where as Susan Culhane put her high-heeled shoe on the bottom rail of the fence and pulled herself up allowing her to stand there with her head barely over the top rail, “Sunni, I must insist that you come and talk to us right now. You must not speak anymore with your grandparents.” “Go to hell,” said Sunni. “Sunni!” scolded her grandmother. “Don’t you talk like that, now. Do you hear me, Sunni?” “Yes, ma’am, but I don’t want to talk to that old bitch.” “Now, Sunni, I mean it. You watch your mouth and hush up that cussing. That’s not going to help matters at all.” “Well, she is.” “Sunni.” “Sunni, come here this instant. I demand that you come here.” Said Susan Culhane.