21. The Need-to-Know Newsletter
Mina
In the hallways between Ms. Craven’s classroom and Mr. Finn’s, I did my best to emulate what my face would look like if I were on my way to have a raging argument.
Aldo more or less imitated my demeanor as we walked, serious, always keeping himself to the busier side of the hallways, shuffling me toward the wall.
I wasn’t sure when this had started between us, him walking like the bodyguard instead of the client, challenging my riskier plans to the Network. When exactly had my lost little puppy learned how to morph into a snarling German Shepherd of a guard dog?
I didn’t try to stop him. He could handle himself, and I could still pull him out of the way quickly and easily enough if it came to that.
My knock on the classroom door sounded convincin
