Epilogue
During the two years that followed, I got into the habit of meeting with a special young attendee of Stormwinder’s finishing school at the onset of each semester. My primary motivation was to watch someone who I considered a little sister grow up into the world-wise woman she’d been fated to become. Meanwhile, I also felt an obligation to keep an eye on the fledgling establishment and make sure it continued to treat its students right.
But if I was honest, I took Blue-eyes out twice a year as a sort of report card for myself. If Angelica pursed her lips and frowned when I related my recent escapades, then I dug a little deeper in search of my moral compass. And if her bright eyes twinkled as she laughed at my escapades, then I patted myself on the back as praise for a job well d
