But he reaped only spirits, passing out at the pub most days.
Each morning, I’d say, “Shall we go on a heroic adventure?”
He’d drool, muttering something incoherent.
One day, a clear-eyed twelve-year-old girl walked into the tavern. She said she was a princess in disguise, on a quest to find her twin brother, who’d been stolen when they were babies.
That’s when I applied for reassignment.