"Spell Dangerous. Alice licked her lips, looking up at the teacher. Lights shone down upon them, beating on the polished wooden stage. There was her mother, out there in the sea of metal folding chairs. She was leaning forward anxiously in anticipation. And there were her brothers, next to Mother. They were passing a piece of paper back and forth, undoubtedly playing tic-tac-toe. And there was her father. Her father. That was the worst of all. He was leaning back in his chair, seemingly relaxed. But, Alice knew better. She knew he was poised to spring. He always was. One thing wrong¦
