“I was meant to not have that money,” Avra declared. “It’s going to be a good thing in the end, you’ll see. Builds character. Maybe my destiny is to build a community of cooperation and mutual support amongst the possums of the alley where I live in a small rotting crate. Maybe I need to ally myself with the possums and rise up against the systems of oppression that are keeping us impoverished in alleys and fighting for every scrap of stale bread that Teveri wraps around a rock and kicks at me.”
