April 10, 2008
Chicken Legs.
“So where do you live, anyway?”
Jetta looked up from the herbs she was crushing. “Huh?”
“When you’re not here. Where do you live?”
Jetta tapped her chin with the pestle. “Wherever the house goes, I suppose.”
Kaezia’s eyebrow rose. “Wherever the house decides to go?”
“Yeah. It gets up and wanders around. It has chicken legs, you know.”
“And you got this house where?”
“Oh, from my grandmother,” Jetta said, light glinting off her steel teeth.
