“All in good time.” The Minister spoke to him as if Kansas were a petulant child demanding candy. “I hear that Eisley has become a woman.” Something about the way he said that word sent chills down my spine. What did that mean? I was a girl. Eleven. I remembered because that was the one thing they’d let us celebrate. Birthdays were important here. “You leave her alone,” Kansas shouted. “Feed us!”
