“There, see her going to the garden?”

“Aha.”

“She always goes there. Walks and talks to flowers and birds. We asked her once what’s the point of talking to them. And she said like she’s some kind of St. Francis of Assisi: ‘I’m speaking with them about the Word of God.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen her crucifix, and then she goes to mass every Sunday.”

“She comes from a really pious Catholic family, but she lies. Tanya followed her to the garden one day, hid there and heard what she said.”

“What?”

“She said she’d go to hell after death, and she knows why. Well, seems like she’s got some horrible sins. Tanya didn’t hear that part. Then Maya started to pray. And did you notice that she never speaks about guys with us? I wish I could listen to her confession.”

“She told me she’s sort of a real princess, named her ancestors, and even showed me their portraits in the school library—pure twaddle.”

“Yeah, she’s a little nutty about that. Last week she showed a girl her veins and told her she’s got blue blood running through them, so the veins are blue—this one cracked me up. Then she cut her finger and walked around with a dressing, and there was a blue blot on the bandage as if blood soaked through it.”

“Perhaps she’s an alien? Ha-ha. I’ve seen it in the X-Files series.”