Brollish cocked an eyebrow. “Manhandled?”
“Scooped him up right in front of the kids,” Mrs. Beouf said. “Saw the whole thing. Scooped him up right in front of the students at the bus loop. Very unprofessional.” Words like ‘unprofessional’ were just one step away from ‘immature’. As far as polite Amazon society went, those were fighting words.
Raine gestured to me. I was vaguely surprised she didn’t accidentally wrench her arm out of its socket. “He’s acting like a baby! He dressed himself like a baby!”
I pouted my lip out and frowned; a display of confusion. “I thought babies couldn’t dress themselves, Miss Forrest.”
“YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS!”