“Okay, but Narrton wasn’t whispering sweet nothings. He was having a full-blown argument with the stalks, complete with hand gestures and a raised voice. At one point, he even rolled around near the edge of the field and cried.” “Oh. That does seem a little bizarre. Reena never did that.” Nick points at Abel. “See? I told you. Weird.” Then he frowns. “Wait. Who’s Reena?” “She’s one of my mother’s maids.” His animation dies. “Right. I sometimes forget how different our upbringings were.”
