Mrs. Pierce called out, as the door swung shut behind Catherine. “No, Mom,” she said. “It's an astral projection of myself one week from now.” Mrs. Pierce sighed. “You know I don't like it when you use sarcasm with me, Catherine.” Catherine kicked off her shoes in the hall. She knew her mother didn't like that, either, but after her unpleasant encounter with David she was feeling rebellious. “Why aren't you at the college? I thought you had a class right now.” “I had to cancel class because Lucas had a dental appointment.” Her mother appeared in the front hall. Her sharp, golden eyes went immediately to Catherine's shoes but she didn't rise to the bait. “We're not talking about me. We're talking about you. You, and your attitude problem.” “What happened? Did one of my instructors call to complain about me?” “I really wish you wouldn't be so flippant about this. You come home late. Get into fights at school. Argue with your teachers. And when I bring it up, you have to ask me if someone called to complain about you?” “Well?”
