At least one little tree seems to have trouble seeing the forest, I’d say.

“Pythagorean Theorem”

By Joseph Manno

The Vulcan arched a brow.

“Would not that type of inquiry be better directed to Hatshepsut?”

Parihn grimaced.

“I don’t have any interest in being ‘counseled,’ either officially or otherwise.”

T’Vaar nodded—either in acceptance, understanding or both.

“Very well. Proceed.”

“Why would it bother me that a friend is involved with a woman I like and respect?”

Her teacher replied with, “Allow me to pose a question in turn: What would your response be if someone asked you that?”

The Orion’s brow furrowed.

“I’m afraid I don’t follow you.”

“Indeed.”

Little sister, T’Vaar thought, “Afraid” is precisely the word.