Whispered

She grew impatient. “Where’s he looking? Sir!” she snapped.

“Sorry,” Walking Eagle mumbled with a hand on his neck.

We wrapped up the game. Leaving with the curator, I listened to her grievances. “I can’t believe him.” She shook her head, and her ponytail bounced. “Is it because I’m a foreigner?”

“It’s because you’re attractive,” I said. “He doesn’t do well with women.”

“No woman ought to have anything to do with him,” she said, and put on her sunglasses. I defended not Walking Eagle, bad as I felt for him. On my mind was how even a great mind like my mentor’s could be so petulant. I never knew that side of her, and I wish I never knew. Maybe Walking Eagle, perceptive as he was, saw something I saw not. Unlike Dawn, Selene made him uneasy. What was it about her? The answer would reveal everything, but I had no way to find it.