Chapter 90

Norman's eyes sparkled. "Should we dress up as clowns? All we have to do is jump around in place." Nadia asked, "Aren't you worried I'll embarrass you?" Norman blinked, confused. "Why would it be embarrassing? The other kids love clowns!" Nadia didn't know why she said it, but some words just slipped out before her brain caught up. "Because I don't have any fame, I can't dance, and I'm from a rural background. I don't understand the luxury lifestyle, so people might think I'm just... plain and uncultured." Norman seemed stunned as if he had never heard anyone speak like that before. After a long pause, he finally responded. "Are they like pre-programmed robots or something? Why do they care so much about where someone comes from, like it makes a difference?" Nadia had never heard it put that way. A little of her disappointment seemed to melt away. "Pre-programmed robots?" She repeated the words slowly, unable to stop herself from laughing. Just like Mick and his crowd. Since