Chapter 13
There was a sincerity in Mr. Miller’s voice, and Kaos nodded. “Okay. I’ll keep that in mind.” He printed his things, and by then, Emil walked back into the post office.
“You ready?” he asked cheerily, making Kaos smile.
“Yeah.”
“Emil?” Mr. Miller stopped them from leaving. “Have you thought about the postcard idea?”
“A bit. I’ll let you know soon, okay?” Emil flushed lightly, as if embarrassed of something.
“There’s no rush. Have a nice day, boys.”
“Bye,” Kaos said, despite feeling an odd pang at being labeled “boy” by someone. It happened every now and then. Someone called him sir or boy or man, and he felt a tremor go through himself. It was normally on the more feminine days that happened, so he wondered if tomorrow would be one of those days where he’d wake up feeling like wearing his girly clothes.
Sighing, he followed Emil to the car and got in.