“What’s the big deal? It’s just a chair.” I said it oh-so-flippantly. If she knew I was really interested in the answer, she probably wouldn’t tell me just to be difficult. Danya kicked the legs of the chair opposite me, shoving it back so she could sit down. “That seat is reserved for the lady of the house, you stupid girl. Etiquette dictates that only Fisher’s wife is permitted to sit there.
