The StoryI tried to run, but Sawbuck filled the doorway, grabbing my hands when I tried to go round him.
“That’s enough,” Molly said. “You’re behaving like a child.”
I suppose I was, at that.
Sawbuck let go of my hands. I turned to face Molly, who nodded at Sawbuck. I heard him pass through, and the curtain fall.
“No one in the city will sell blood tea to you,” Molly said quietly.
So she was behind this? “Why?”
“It’s time for you to grow up.” Molly took my arm. “Walk with me.”
I felt so stunned that I merely did as she said. We went through the curtain past Sawbuck and out of the shop, down the steps and to the left, out to the street. Sawbuck strolled along several paces behind, as if he was simply out for some air.
As we walked, Molly told me a story:
Molly grew up in the Spadro
