I would have gone after him but Madera came in from the other direction with a small basket of eggs. Savhoran’s door slammed. Madera turned to me. “What happened?” “I cut my finger and he freaked out.” He looked like I’d told him his mother had died, then shoved the basket into my hand and went after Savhoran. I stood frozen, watching until he disappeared into Savhoran’s room. Great, just great. Let’s see how else we can screw up, shall we? I went back to the kitchen and stuck my finger under the faucet. I was still bleeding. Some people keep their knives really sharp, which is a hazard to those of us who don’t. My stomach was in knots. I looked at the oranges and nearly cried. I’d been hungry earlier, but now the thought of food made me sick. Len came striding into the kitchen, band-aid in hand, smiling but with worried eyes.
