“He’s a bad doctor,” said Allie, letting loose a few more crumbs of the Pop-Tart on the sofa. “That bad doctor is not a good people.”
Amanda stared at Allie. Processing the comment disturbed her more than the crumbs on the sofa.
“I took the collection to my art professor, Dr. Sterling, at Reed,” began Hannah in an apologetic tone. “I went to him because I thought he would be taken more seriously than me. He had credentials, he had connections, and he had the language and the skill to return the collection to Boston.”
“Why would he agree to such a thing like that?” asked Amanda.
Hannah looked away. “Because the attention he seeks is greater than any affection for me,” she responded. “Besides,” she added wistfully, “why would anyone believe me? Just look at the mess I have made of
