Zechariah was minding his own business also known as judging everyone else by their book choices, hate-reading Charles Dickens, when some pompous prick who had existed in his world for all of three minutes picked up the latest Harper’s Monthly. The one with that hogwash about Jewish hypnotists and ‘bohemian’ life when most of the Romani were not even from Bohemia!

He tried to will the treacherous magazine out of the man’s hands by sheer force of side-eye.