FRED

I watched the door furrowing my brows as I turned my attention towards Blue. “Why do you think she's pissed?”

“I dunno.” Blue lifted his shoulders in a shrug, showing how defeated he felt. “Perhaps, she believes we don't trust her judgement. She thinks we are treating her like a kid.”

“But are we?”

He turned sharply at my question, narrowing his eyes to slits. “Ask yourself that.” Fuming, he walked over to her chair and plopped down. “Let's just give her some ...