“Sweetheart,” I whisper, “please don’t encourage the other kids not to thank people. It might upset their parents.” Her lips curl in a mischievous way. Leaning toward me, she whispers back, “You’re lucky.” “I’m… Why am I lucky, sweetie?” “My daddy isn’t a bad unseelie. He behaved himself and didn’t take your soul when you thanked him at your parent-teacher conference. And, yes, he told me about it. Practically chastised me for rambling about my adventures but not educating you on the importance of not thanking us. I’m pretty sure it’s all he remembered after meeting you.”

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