“I know who I am,” I shot back, scrambling for a response. “I might not be perfect but I’m nothing like you. I’m not good but I’m not all the way bad.” The Erl King laughed again and stood up. “Who told you that? A half-rotten apple is a rotten apple. Things are either one thing or another. Don’t be so picky, Jenny. We all must be as we are made.
