With two leathery fingers, Zel turned my cheek from side to side. She shook her head. “At any rate, it makes a nice souvenir for an eventful day.”
“And another thing,” Alistair said, “when you get into court, remember–tell the truth.”
“If I can remember it,” I muttered. It was more than fair to say that I was overwhelmed by the events of the previous day. My memory might fail under the stress.
Alistair reassuringly rested his hand on my shoulder. “I know you"ll do fine. But if you"re really worried about it, write it all down.”
“Yes!” Zelda said. She darted down the hall toward her room. “Make it a story.”
With the black eye and Mom"s boss so fresh in my memory, the diversion of breakfast at the Home was more than welcome. I had been so excited to share everything with the Bohemians t
