“Oh.” Carver mulled it over. “Would they really burn you at the stake for Smarties? That sounds harsh. Do we even have stakes?” “Every neighborhood has stakes now. We only use them to burn mothers who failed as a parent.” “Dads get a free pass?” “Of course. We’re very lenient with dads. But they’re not allowed to participate in the actual burning. Only the mothers are allowed to burn each other.” “That’s a relief.” Abby leaned back, grinning. She was enjoying this, sitting in this lovely place with a man, her mind reasonably free of worries.
