“It’s been ten years, you oaf!” she snapped. “I grew up. And speaking of looking differently, what happened to your face?” Her lips parted as she studied him, seeming to grow concerned. Tin released her as fast as one would drop a red-hot ember. Everyone knew what happened to his face—he had become a story parents told offspring to make them behave. Do as I say or the Tin Man will snatch you from your bed. It made sense this woman didn’t know specifics, but she wouldn’t ask what
