“We’ve got a bit of Tweener in our family tree,” her mother said as if that actually explained something and wasn’t completely and utterly sizeist. “We were worried for a while that some of it might have manifested; like a recessive gene.”
I bit my tongue, literally, to stop myself from losing my temper. Play it cool. All of my students’ parents eventually saw the light on them having a Little teacher, but the mythical city of Roam hadn’t been built in a day. “Mmmhmm…” I said noncommittally. “Well, Natasha is a bright girl Mrs. Evaneska. I think she’s gonna be just fine regardless.”
“That means so much comi-”
