““That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” Caitlyn protested. “I’m sure it keeps you out of trouble.” “Thierry told me I was cold. He wasn’t the first boy to say that, either.” Caitlyn winced. “Ouch.” Amalia turned toward Caitlyn. “I wish I could be more like you.” “Me? Are you kidding? Why?” “You let your emotions show on your face. They’re right on the surface, for all to see.” Caitlyn grimaced. “I thought I’d learned to control that.” “See?” Amalia copied her grimace. “Right on the surface!” “Mmph,” Caitlyn grunted unhappily. “Mmph,” Amalia copied. Caitlyn threw up her hands in defeat, then cast a quick warning look at Amalia. “Don’t you do it!” Amalia chuckled.””
