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The beads at the door of his shop swung back with a sharp rattling noise. “They seem… fierce?” said his niece Saia, who had turned her chair to watch.
Lazo tapped his scissors on the table and picked up a comb. “Yes. Kip needs someone who’ll disagree with him.” He was trying to convince himself, he knew.
“They made up again,” said Saia, prodding the uncertainty like a loose tooth.
“She doesn’t like him going away,”
“Or… she’s ready to shove his boat off the sand?”
Kip held feelings close, and Ghilly was a mystery. Lazo shrugged. “Go ask Vou’a.”