Cuckoo
"Have you seen her?" Jammes whispered to Giry, blonde curls flying. "She's cuckoo, I tell you!"
Little Giry nodded, leaning closer, "All she does is hide in that dressing room, unless she's practicing with us – the new routines we've been set."
The two shook their heads. "And of course there is no lover – we would have known of course. So what or who is it? What is making Christine so odd?"
"Crazy Christine," one murmured and it began as a giggling chant.
Christine walked by, the walls entrancing her mind and thus heard nothing of the gossip of ballet rats.
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