Francine watches the deal from below, trapped within a sinkhole that opened up in her precious garden. Forty bucks and a quarter bag of weed. How could she be sold off for so little? Familiar faces look down upon her—the worst students she ever had the displeasure of teaching before she retired from the local high school. They snicker as money changes hands. They spit on her. Throw things at her. And there’s no way in hell they’re going to get help. What happens when the horrors around her infiltrate her mind? How much can she take before breaking down? How much worse can the torture and humiliation get? Is Francine Mosely STRONGER THAN HATE?