"That night, I startled Andrew by striding right up to him in the attic and shoving my face close to his. For once, I was too angry to be scared of him. "You didn't tell me Papa beat you!" Andrew raised his eyebrows. "Do you mean to say you finally earned a whipping?" "It's not funny--he hit me with his belt!" "Oh, horsefeathers. If Papa thought you deserved it, you probably did." Andrew studied my face. "I hope you didn't cry." "Of course I did. It hurt!" Andrew cradled his head in his hands. "How will I ever face Theo," he muttered. "I can't imagine what he thinks of me." Stung by his lack of sympathy, I glared at Andrew. "My dad never hits me. Never! When I do something wrong, we talk about it. Fathers who beat their kids go to jail for child abuse." "Truly?" Andrew smiled. "That's one more reason to keep winning--my rear end could do with a nice, long rest."