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Vol.5, Ch.5, P.15

One ev’ning, me dad calls me to his desk. Maybe it’s summat ’bout stepping up me studies, I’m thinking Or worse: maybe me an’ Timo’ve been found out finally. But as I come into the room, I spots a cheery smile on his face. An’ after a while, I figures out why:

I’m to be adopted out soon.

Some great, big noble’s been yearning for an heir o’ a bairn, me dad says, like it’s s’posed to be the grandest honour ever or summat. But for me, the news hits hard. I don’t know what to say. Me an’ me dad, we don’t get on all too warmly, true ’nough. But we’re still fam’ly, I’d like to think. I don’t want to just up an’ leave ’im like this. An’ ’specially not Timo. He’s