There was thunderous applause from the other children, who, having already experienced Vekaya’s charity in getting them out of trouble, were nothing short of ecstatic to see Mrs. Praner at a loss. Heartened by the excitement around her, Vekaya looked expectantly at the woman. She already appeared smaller, worried, uncertain. All of that talk of charity, and I don’t think that Mrs. Praner was actually ready to meet anyone willing to go through all of that abuse simply to undo injustice. To people like Mrs. Praner, being good is a paper test, a puzzle game, something to be leveraged and manipulated. People of that sort loathe the kind of true goodness that Vekaya was showing. Her eyes moved back and forth from Mrs. Praner’s face to the stick. She waited. The applause died down. The children waited. We all watched. What could Mrs. Praner even do?