20 -- Chapter 4 End, Lesser Baths, Mail and Washing the Streets

This morning, before I conceived the plan to take Raikas out to dinner, I’d sat in the middle of my bed, my knees pulled up to my chin. Binshala was just putting my breakfast tray down, trying to be discrete because she wasn’t supposed to be serving me during Jitz.“Binshala?”“Yes, Sp… Minis?”She came over and pulled the ends of my hair out of my mouth. “Don’t do that, kid. You’ll shorten it.”“If