Astrid
“Good morning, darling. Could you do me a favor and put these back in their placements?” Ms. Hattie says, giving Nicolas a pointed look, “Someone here does not know how to return borrowed things.” She slides the stack of books over to me and discusses paperwork with Nicolas.
Is she really going to play that game with me? I place both palms down firmly on her desk and look straight into her big brown eyes. “I want the keys to the red door,” I say adamantly.
Ms. Hattie continues to avoid my demand and opens her filing cabinet. She slides the papers into a folder, turning her nose up at my hands on her desk as if they’re filth. “No,” she dismisses.
Meanwhile, Nicolas is gaping between the two of us like we’d just told him about the most fascinating thing in the world. “You ha
