“What is . . . wrong of her?” “What makes you think anything is wrong with her?” I gave him a look that silently reprimanded him for having the audacity to think I was stupid. “She’s harmless,” he said. “She just wanders around. She’s a little strange, but I suppose that makes sense, since she wasn’t always human.” Wasn’t always human? “What was she?” I asked, immediately fascinated. “A hummingbird.”
A BIRD?
