Maxine had come to The City as a five year old. Almost six, she started to add on height. She was becoming less and less cherub-like everyday. She wrapped her long arms around Wash's shoulders, not for comfort but his own protection.
"他的红是坏的."
It was rare that Maxine wanted to talk about her powers. She still went to class, taught by a cat, but unlike Chinese or math, that particular grade barely hovered above a C. Maxine only did the minimum amount of work to keep her out of trouble.