As usual, Anton was abrupt with Max about his daydreaming and flitting and his blue hair, which was his friend Chloe’s term project for cosmetology school. She told him it had been quite a success, but Anton didn’t seem to think so.
“I can’t tell sometimes if you’re a boy or a girl,” Anton said.
Max bridled every time Anton said that. The tone implied there was something wrong with girls, and Max perfectly well knew there wasn’t. Most of his friends were girls: Erika and Chloe at school, and then Lelia from the bookstore who was a grownup but talked to him as if he were a real person, unlike Anton who talked to him as if he were a somewhat dim child.