Adela chuckles at the boy's response. Adorable! This one probably fights with his own shadow when no one else is around to take the blows. She pirouettes on his back with a flourish as he looks for the last few paper clips on the floor. "How is it that someone so smart can be so obtuse? You mistake kindness for weakness, desgraciado. She is as strong as you, perhaps even stronger in some ways."
She manifests on the floor directly below him with her arms crossed, holding a giant lily in an exaggerated death pose. Opening her eyes, she winks at him and continues. "We don't fix people, M'ijo. That's not our way." She bops him on the nose with the ghostly flower.
Moving back to the desk, she sits in his chair and smokes her cigar. "You think I raised my Mayita to be one of those simpering little pendejas? The ones who will chase after you and let you treat them however you want?" She waves a dismissive hand. "Please. You are your own problem, burro, not hers. After the way you behaved? I doubt she will want anything to do with you now. You have pride. She has self respect. Big difference."
She shrugs, "Listen, m'ijo, if I'm here talking to you instead of her, there's probably a good reason for that. Even you with your thick head would have to concede as much."
"Don't you worry," she says with a wide grin, ashing her cigar into his pencil holder before breaking into a throaty Spanish ballad. "I'll be with you until we figure out what it is."