Gabby and I were talking to Mabel Harris when Meena came looking for us. "What are you doing?" she asked with a glare.
"Mabel had a bad dream," said Gabby.
"I wasn't talking to you," said Meena. She turned to me. "What are you frowning about?"
I steeled myself to remain calm. "Can we talk in your office?"
She pivoted on her heels and I followed. Gabby looked worried, but gave me a thumbs up for moral support. I knew she'd take good care of Mabel.
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