“My name is Amy; what’s yours?”
His mouth turned into an “O” as if she had just said the rudest words he had ever heard, and she luckily moved her hand off the table just as a heavy ladle slammed into the plastic, denting the wood underneath. The ladle was in the hands of Teeth’s sister, who was now glaring at her.
“Who gave you the right to introduce yourself to a male? Besides, he’s too young for you, and you are already in a relationship! By the gods, can’t you just sit there with your legs crossed!”
In the mean time, the boy had poked out his tongue at Amy. Teeth’s sister had her back to him, but she still hit him around the ear with the flat of her hand as she turned around.
“Are your hands clean?”
“Yes”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Lady. I have carefully washed my hands and scrubbed my c
