“Can we join?” Cleo said finally. “It seems to me you already have joined,” I said. “I hope that doesn’t mean we have to get tattoos,” Moxie said. “I’ve never liked this,” I said, frowning at my ankle. “It is unwise to make something permanent when the whole world is shifting. There may be a time when this symbol means something treacherous and terrible, rather than something noble and literate.”
