Here was an Amazon, a friend no less, that was visibly crying at her desk. “Janet?” I asked. “What’s wrong.” Sometimes Littles are too curious, too empathetic, for our own good. Before she even picked her head up to look at me, I was grabbing a student chair and pushing it towards her desk.
Janet looked up and sniffled. “Oh. Hey, Clark.” Her mascara was running. Her cheeks were red. Her eyes were puffy. This was no case of Spring allergies. Even as I pushed, I felt a certain sense of dread. I considered Janet a friend, but she was also an Amazon. All Amazons are crazy. What if her particular crazy meant adopting a Little to make herself feel better. I’ve heard weirder excuses.
I pushed the chair up next to her and climbed in. “What’s wrong?”
