From the author: Hēi Māo starts school for real this time.
"You really don't have to do this," Brigitte insisted.
Her father hugged her from the side. "Of course I do."
"We're perfectly capable of walking a few short blocks without something going wrong," she said. "I mean, we've been taking regular walks and haven't gotten attacked by anything in weeks."
"That's not why I'm here," he said, ushering her and Hēi Māo across the street the moment the light changed.
"You already registered him," she pointed out.
"I did," he confirmed, smiling happily.