Chapter 32:
meet the bloodbriars
The sign reads:
“Your not allowed too run hear.”
“…This is violence,” I whisper.
Hades nods. “…Against language.”
We correct it.
Quietly. Precisely.
At home, Father notices our notebook full of corrections.
“…You edited a public sign?”
“Yes.”
“…Why?”
“Justice,” I reply.
Mother examines it later.
A pause.
“…Acceptable,” she says. “…Though your punctuation could be sharper.” and she then pokes our eye gently with her index finger.
We beam.
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