“Are you from the Purlieus?” the woman asked Luke at the breakfast table. “I am,” Luke answered calmly. The woman had no malice in her tone or expression. “And what about you?” her husband asked Kamrin. “I live here in Savannah as well, a little further west,” Kamrin answered, smiling at Luke. “He’s brought me…
Luke only stared down at him without speaking, but his next comment made Luke’s hands clench: “Lazy idiots. We’re poor, but you’re worse than we are.” _________________ “Luke, please, stop,” Kamrin pleaded, near tears again. It had been a while since they had resumed their night walk, but Luke was in the grip of the…
Kamrin was a glamorous district, like a miniature city in itself. Buildings of flashing golden glass clustered together, and it had a small yet efficient streetcar system of its own, in which four person streetcars whizzed past them on the flawlessly paved streets. “If you had to be named after a borough,” Luke said admiringly…