Chapter 2: To Card or not to Card
I don't want my first card to be a utility card, Irwin thought lamely as he pressed his back against the door.
His first card was the most important one and would form and shape the person he would be. What would this card make of him? A glorified candle-lighter?
He knew he was being unreasonable. Most kids in the Rat District didn't ever get a card.
It was just that he hoped and dreamt about a card that would fix his rickety body! Something that would allow him to join the others during the midsummer fest or to help him run away when Bast felt the need to bully him.
Taking a deep sigh, he was about to move to the bed when he picked up the soft mutter from the room.
What was that?
Knowing he wasn't supposed to, he placed his ear to the door.
"No, I didn't tell him," his mother whispered.
Her voice was so soft that Irwin knew he'd never have heard it if he hadn't put his ear to the door. He also knew she would be upset if she found him listening in. In such a small house, respecting each other's privacy was paramount...
"You should. If he hears tomorrow from-"
"Bronwyn, enough," his mother snapped, and he knew he'd have heard that.
Even with his ear on the door, he couldn't hear Brownyn's reply, but he almost started when the front door was yanked open. Staring at his own door, he frowned. Where was she going?