CHAPTER 8

His name was not really Kin, but she thought it fit, and it rhymed with hers.

Her name was Gin, but not like the juniper-berry drink. She'd say

-Gin, same as “gun” except with an I instead of a U.

She liked how the vowels would masquerade as pronouns. It felt confrontational, even if she was the only one who ever noticed. Especially if she was the only one who noticed...