The boy today, did he hit you first?”
I kick the toe of my sneaker against the leg of the coffee table. “No.”
She sighs. “Then, you walk away. But, if he hits you first, then you beat that boy’s ass to the ground. You don’t hit first, River. You hit second, and you hit harder. And I will back you the whole way with your principal. But you hit first, I got no defense for you.”