Honor Galvonsen crossed her arms and set her jaw. She looked to Nichelle like the spitting image of her father, aside from her dark skin and unruly hair.
“You’re not going to see Dad without me.”
“I am not going to see your father,” said Nichelle. “I am interviewing your father’s new boss.”
“But Dad is going to be there.”
Nichelle took a calming breath. “Honor, honey, this is work.”
“This is bullshit.”
Nichelle exhaled and prayed for the strength to survive her daughter’s teenage years. “You are staying with Gram just like always. End of discussion.”