Page 21 of Precise Justice

“Yeah, okay,” meek and obedient Robbie said.

Robbie left, closing the door behind him. He was tempted to press his ear against the door to listen. Friedman’s assistant was watching him, so he let it go.

“That was interesting,” Friedman told Priscilla.

“Interesting? It was appalling. Smashing that girl’s nose in like that? We’ll probably get sued,” Priscilla replied.

“I doubt that. From what the school told me, it was clearly self-defense,” Friedman said. “At least that’s what the school believes.

“Given the aggressiveness of it, I think we need to increase the dosages of both the estrogen drug and the anti-testosterone drug. Not much, but enough to move things along. Robbie’s breasts should be developing…”

“They are,” Priscilla said, “a little bit.”

“And we need to cut down on the testosterone. We don’t want her to go around punching people,” Friedman said.

“Okay.”

“One more thing. I’m sensing a lack of enthusiasm in Robbie. Has she made any comments to you lately?”

“No but then she seems neither happy nor sad. She’s always been that way,” Priscilla said.

Friedman began writing on his prescription pad. Increasing the dosage of the estrogen and testosterone inhibitor. He tore those off the prescription pad then wrote out a third one.

“I’m going to give you a prescription for a mild anti-depressant. It will help level her off.

“I also think I should go back to seeing her weekly for a while. Two or three weeks maybe, to see how she is handling the new drug regimen. Don’t tell her about it, just give them to her like you’ve been doing. The anti-depressant is a once a day.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

They were in Priscilla’s car going home. It was after three o’clock, too late to bother taking Robbie back to school. Ten minutes into the drive without a word being spoken, Priscilla finally said, “I can’t begin to tell you how disappointed I am that you punched that girl in the face and broke her nose. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking I wanted her to let go of my hair and leave me alone,” Robbie said.

“I’m not amused, young lady,” Priscilla sharply said.

“I wasn’t trying to be amusing,” Robbie replied while thinking,how could you be amused with no personality or sense of humor.

Priscilla stopped for a traffic light. When she did, her phone buzzed. She retrieved it from her purse, checked the ID and answered it semi-formally.

“Priscilla Powell, may I help you?” she said dropping the Craig part of her last name.

“Please hold for Chancellor Warner of The Wheaton Academy,” she heard a pleasant, female voice say.

A moment later, Sebastian Warner said, “Mrs. Powell, we have had something come up. I understand you took Robbie out a bit early for a doctor’s appointment.”

“Yes, that’s correct. What is it, Mr. Warner?” Priscilla asked.

“I was wondering if you plan on bringing Robbie back?”

“Actually, no. The only thing she has left is study hall. Why?”

“It would be best to explain it here. Could you bring her back?”

“All right. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Priscilla turned around to get back to Park Avenue. While she did this, Robbie asked about the phone call.

“We’re needed back at The Wheaton Academy,” a displeased Priscilla said through clenched teeth.