Uncle Azzie arranged everything — as I expected.
Instead of calling me, though, he called Marty, who took his call and exited the room after excusing himself.
I patiently waited, Yllana sitting by my side.
"You can go to the library," I said. "I've taken enough of your time. You don't need to accompany me; I'm just doing it for myself."
"I know," she said. "But I'm worried. And curious. You know what they're saying about you, right?"
"I've heard," I said. "It's not exactly flattering."
"Not those rumors," Yllana said, frowning as if she smelled something nasty, and dismissing it with a flick of her hand. "What they're saying among our kind."
That, I hadn't heard about.
"And what are they saying?" I asked.
"That if the Morads took you suddenly, accepting you this publicly, there mu
