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dummy is always telling lies,” Shane said angrily.
    Tariq snickered but quickly covered his mouth when Mazie gave him a sternlook. “He probably lost his money on the playground or somewhere,” Shane added.
    “So why’d you cuss out the teacher when she tried to break up the fight?”
    “I ain’t cuss out no teacher,” Shane protested loudly, his face contorted.
    “Stop tellin’ tales.” Mazie reached out to pop Shane upside his head again, but the agile and spiteful child jerked from her grasp and veered away from harm.
    “Get your butt over here,” Mazie hissed at Shane, who was now obstinately walking behind her with his lips poked out. She walked a few steps back and yanked Shane by the collar, pulled him forward, and then put a stronghold on his arm. “That principal don’t have no reason to lie on you. Now you look here…” Mazie paused. She wanted to pinch Shane’s arm to prove she meant business, but his winter coat prevented her from doing much harm, so she settled for giving his arm another hard shake. “I let you get away with a lot of mess when you was in kindergarten, but I’m not gonna be running back and forth to that school this year. Do you hear me?”
    Shane mumbled, twisted his lips in bold scorn, and once again stubbornly slowed his stride.
    “Boy, didn’t I tell you to stop draggin’ your feet? You ain’t got nothing but the devil in you,” she scolded him. “But I’m not gonna let the devil win. No sir-ee,” she continued and shook her head determinedly. Her blood pressure was up and she sure wasn’t in the mood for exerting herself physically, but she was a good Christian and would not ignore the Word.
Spare the rod, spoil the child
. Uh huh. She was going to give that boy a whoopin’ he wouldn’t forget. A good whoopin’ was a surefire way to put a stop to all his devilment.
    Since Tariq hardly ever got into trouble, Mazie regretted having to take him out of school when he hadn’t done anything wrong. But she wasn’t about to trudge back to that school at three o’clock to pick the boy up. No sir-ee. She couldn’t do all that walking in one day. By now her blood pressure was probably sky high; she had to get home and get off her feet.
    Shane’s mother had been crazy, but there wasn’t a thing wrong with Shane that a good old fashioned whoopin’ wouldn’t cure.
Cussin’ at the teacher!
She looked down at Shane, rolled her eyes hard and shook her head. Shane scowled up at her.
    “Ornery as the dickens,” she said in disgust and had to restrain herself from dispensing some sort of punishment right then and there, but she didn’t want people staring at her. Nowadays they called everything child abuse, so she’d just have to wait until they got home behind closed doors.
    Mazie’s shoulders slumped when they reached the front door. Taking a strap to Shane would make her miss the beginning of her favorite soap opera.
    “Go upstairs and get my belt,” she ordered Shane as she struggled out of her coat. “Damn arthritis is starting to kick up, too,” she muttered under her breath.
    Shane smirked as he climbed the stairs. He returned in a flash, calmly handed Aunt Mazie the leather belt, and gave her an amused look.
    “Boy, don’t be sassing me with your eyes.”
    “Hurry up, Aunt Mazie. You know you don’t wanna miss your story,” Shane brazenly advised.
    “Oh, you think my arthritis is gonna stop me from putting a good whooping on your behind? I got something for you that’s gonna wipe that smirk right off your face.” She doubled the belt and shook it back and forth threateningly.
    Tariq chewed his lip as he looked nervously between his great-aunt and his brother. Tears were beginning to well in the younger twin’s eyes. “Go on upstairs, Tariq,” Aunt Mazie instructed. “Go in your room and look at one of your picture books.” Mazie considered Tariq tenderhearted; she knew it upset him to see his brother being disciplined.
    “Please don’t give