from the eleventh Kate Shugak novel
“Sit still,” Dinah said, yanking Kate’s head around by a fistful of hair. “Ouch!” Kate, wedged into Katya’s high chair, muttered something beneath her breath. “Stop whining,” Dinah said, no sympathy in face or voice. “It wasn’t my idea to give you a crew cut.” “It’s not a crew cut.” “It might as well be. …
