"Agatha, are you okay?" Athena asked, dropping to her knees next to the former club owner.
"I ... I can't stand. What's happening to me?" Agatha asked, panicking.
"Oh dear," the woman with the stroller said. "I'm sorry about this. I'll try to get her crying under control."
"But she's not crying," Athena said. "She's talking."
"Oh, don't be silly. Babies can't talk," the woman said, pulling Agatha into her arms and rocking her back and forth. Agatha was still a grown woman, so the "mother" had to sit on the floor while she cradled her. Apparently, she didn't find Agatha's heaviness to be out of the ordinary.
Athena just stared at both of them. What was wrong with them? Couldn't the woman see that Agatha was a grown woman and not a baby? What kind of magic could do something like this? And why would someone want something like this to happen? And why was she the only one to notice?
