You quickly finish drying the last plate and sneak to the parlor. You hide right beside the door.
"Raven doesn't get into fights anymore," father says. You smile in spite of yourself. You get into fights all the time, you've just started winning them. Now all the children have a unwritten code, you don't tell adults who you fought with, just make something up, and you don't hit where a bruise will be seen.
"My son has a black eye, and a bloody lip. That sounds like a fight to me." James father says. You bristle. You never did any of that! James must have gotten his friends to do that and then made up some story about how you attacked them. Figures.
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