Chapter Three
Punishment Smarts
My months at Brody Hall were the most amazing of my life—not that I’d ever want to repeat them. Brody was hell.
It was also prison—and strangely my salvation in a very twisted sort of way. I got what I needed from Brody, though no one but me knew what my thickheaded, dull-witted brain needed to understand.
The morning after that rude confrontation with Casals, a ditsy matron who couldn’t stop blabbering to save her soul, grabbed me from my dreams and whisked cuffs around my wrists before I even had a chance to pee. I sat on the bed staring up at her jowly red-cheeked face and tried to smile. Heck, she was smiling at me as though she was setting me free. Fat chance.
“You read your manual. They say you have to have it memorized by the end of the week. The
