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it on the counter, and plucked a cleaver off the
pegboard on the wall. Soon the sound of chopping filled the air. He
was almost done cutting the meat and wrapping it in paper when he
heard the little brass bell above the door clink. A short plump
woman with shoulder-length blondish-grey hair and a pronounced nose
walked in. She looked timid and seemed to have a slight facial
twitch.
    Her voice was small but still irritating, like
screeching metal. “Hello, is there anybody here?” As she spoke she
looked around as if the shop was empty and Legon was not standing
in front of her.
    He grimaced and resigned himself to an unpleasant
encounter, “Yes Moleth, we’re here. How are you today?”
    “O-oh there you are,” she said with a nervous
chuckle. “I was supposed to pick up some…. Hmmm…. Some meat.” As
she spoke she looked around the shop noticing the knives and other
sharp objects on the walls and shook her head disapprovingly.
    “ Well how else are we supposed to cut the meat you
idiot?” he thought. Moleth was very odd and probably mad. He
was already getting annoyed with her. She walked to the counter now
and clasped onto it like Legon was going to pull it away from her.
She started to speak but he cut her off.
    “I’m just finishing up now, Moleth. The meat will be
ready in just a moment.”
    “Ah, oh well ok… ok I-I guess that works.” Her voice
sounded confused and tired as if she was worried that Legon would
do something to her; in truth she wasn’t worried at all. She was
always like this. She fidgeted with her hands in a way that
reminded him of a chipmunk. A fake smile played across her
face.
    “Why… why is it so late getting done? I am a paying
customer after all, you know,” she started with a shaky but
surprisingly accusatory voice.
    Legon tried to cut her off. She continued to talk but
he just spoke over her.
    “Sorry Moleth, it will be done in a sec and you can
be on your way.”
    “ She can’t hear you, you know?” said a voice
inside his head. “ She’s in her own world right now; she’ll be
with you in a moment, not the other way around.” This was true.
Moleth was prattling on about something completely unrelated to
meat and seemed not to take notice that he’d spoken. After what
seemed to be hours to Legon, Moleth registered what he’d said.
    “Ah, so I take it you got off to a late start this
morning?” She said this as if she had figured out the solution to
some challenging riddle that he hadn’t solved yet. “Yes, I can see
it in Edis’s eyes. He looks worried,” she said, growing more and
more confident.
    It was true. Edis did look worried. He was thinking
about his daughter, and he seemed not to have noticed that Moleth
was even in the shop. “ Why does he always do this? He pretends
that’s she’s not even here and I have to deal with her the whole
time!” thought Legon bitterly. In the last few years Edis
hadn’t said much of anything to her, and when Legon thought about
it he wasn’t sure if his father had ever said anything to her at
all. Legon knew that Edis did not approve of the way Moleth talked
about his family, and he would have understood if his father had
banned her from the shop or even gotten into fights with her, but
he didn’t. Instead, it seemed that she just didn’t exist to
him.
    His attention was jerked back to Moleth. “It was that
demon half-sister of yours, wasn’t it?” Moleth said knowingly.
    She had apparently been born without the ability to
figure out that you don’t say things like this about somebody’s
sister. It was true that Sasha and Legon were not related by birth.
Legon was by all accounts adopted, but they were still brother and
sister. He felt his face flush.
    “My sister is fine, Moleth,” he said through gritted
teeth. His anger was rising fast.
    She tittered. “Na, na she’s not, I’ve always said
there’s something wrong with her, just you wait… not that it’s
going to matter anyhow. The queen will