“Greta: “Oh, it’s on, babe.” She tossed her long braid over her shoulder with a grin. “Try to keep up, will you?” ~Greta; ‪#Greta2”

“Waiting sucked. Waiting was torture. Waiting was so not her strength." ~ Greta; #Greta2”

“Hell.” Straightening, she stepped out from the pile of stacked crates. “You’re going to make me save your bony ass, aren’t you?” ~Greta; #Greta2”

“I will talk to you again in my office, at nine A.M. tomorrow morning, togive you a more thorough orientation to the school and to explain what I will be expecting of you as a scholarship student.” She turned to Greta.“Greta, please see Caitlyn settled in her room, and see that she showers.” With a nod she turned on her heel and left.Caitlyn raised her arm and sneaked a sniff at her armpit. Was Madame Snowe saying she smelled? She caught Greta watching her and loweredher arm. “Just checking,” she said sheepishly.”

“Greta was squinting at the Pants. "Are those yours?" she asked.Bridget nodded."Would you like me to wash 'em for you? A little bleach would clean that whole mess right off them."Bridget looked aghast. "No! No, thank you" she cradled them protectively. "I like them how they are."Greta clucked and shook her head. "To each, her own," she muttered.You have no magic in you, Bridget thought.”

“Some of us, in the words of the divine Greta Garbo, want to be alone.”