Chapter 7
Lighting Her Candle
FilliusTwenty-eight Years Ago
The years rushed by me like the scenery in a car window. I tore off a piece of mipsa and dabbed it into the leftover golti stew. Twenty-five years old. Overqualified, unemployed, and still living with my parents. I shoved the spicy stew into my mouth. Happy birthday to me.
Maybe it wouldn’t have been so depressing if I had had someone to celebrate with. But even my own parents couldn’t be bothered with me. Coros was coaching shohop down at Dupont Worship Hall, and Mara was sleeping with General Zane. At least I guessed that was what Mara was up to. Why else would she sneak out of the house wearing a tight-fitting dress over her unbound breasts? If Coros knew about the affair, he did an excellent job of ignoring it. General Zan
