Pretty CAPableChapter 11 School Daze
As the early morning sun peeked over the trees, Calix sat immobile. The morning sun wasn't warm; it was cold, the cold of late winter. Detroit was having an unusual winter; normally by mid-December the snow could be counted in meters. Here it was, late February, almost March and there'd been only a dozen centimeters or so of the stuff spread out over the previous months. It was almost as if the city sat on the precipice of madness and the weather couldn't decide upon which side to...