Chicago’s hair has the curious trick of stopping abruptly, across a perfect horizontal line: she always looks like she’s just seen a barber with a ruler. This makes her look even younger, though less so when it’s short. She’s considered shaving her head.

At least that would provoke cold stares instead of simpers. “I need you to wait outside, young lady,” smiles RICHMOND, Administrative Assistant.

“I’m here to see the vice principal,” says Chicago.

“She’s a teensy bit busy–”

“Now,” says Chicago, “or I tattle about the low-quality joints taped under your desk,” and gets the cold stare after all.