Hats and Ledgers

Arrowyy asked me to teach Meho to read, which is kind of him and optimistic in the way only a son can be. He has a few pages on her now and has apparently decided this makes him qualified to recruit tutors. Meho’s attention remains the larger educational difficulty.

Then a borrowed Orcish grunt became a lesson in not being clever at somebody else’s expense. Fair enough. I made the joke cheaply, and Arrowyy caught me at it. By the end we were discussing men who sell banners, hats, and blame while grain vanishes from cupboards. I have disliked that sort since I was seventeen and lost a position for noticing fake relics were fake. Arrowyy announced he was proud of me, then posted a picture of some richly dressed fellow applauding as though I had finally learned table manners. I will accept both judgments cautiously.