Hundred and Sixty Six

SETH

Well deserved!

For the umpteenth time, I thanked the moon goddess that I stayed behind when Czar brought up the idea of going downtown for a glass... Just a glass.

And they were brought back by guards in the most sober state you can imagine, after our father got a call about the incident.

The plus was that they were beaten to a pulp by a stranger whom my father didn't bother to worry about his details. He was so pissed at them.

Their cuts were cleaned as they were attended to by the pack house nurse in the clinic. After they were tended to, our father punished them severely.

And somehow, as the one who was always available to pin shit on, our father was angry at me as usual, and this time it was because I allowed them to leave without stopping them.

Was I supposed to wrap a collar around their neck and strap them to a tree? Jeez! I needed some slack... One inch would be great, not perfect, but good enough.

I watched Sam and Collins and Czar as they walked sluggish to the