The theater.

Nemis met his father at the end of the concrete path that he had taken so long ago. His father, he had seen nearly every day over the last 5 years, but he had not seen his sisters since that day he had come to the barracks.

Nemis eyed his sisters as he came near and felt all of the emptiness he had felt since being separated from them fill with each step forward. When he was within arms distance of Sylvia he lurched forward and drew her into a hug, only to be caught in the side of the head by his father’s walking stick.

“Act your age, boy. You are no longer a child to act as such.”

Nemis rubbed his head a bit, and smiled sheepishly at Sylvia. She merely looked at him with interest. She remembered him, but their relationship was obviously not at the forefront of her mind as it was his.

His father spoke. “We are seeing a production by Plautus this evening. You will not embarrass your family.”

“What’s play?”

“Aulularia”

“Hah! That’s a good one father. I enjoyed the story very much.”

“I’ve never had you read this production.” His Face and voice were flat.

“I read it myself. Doctore has quite the collection.”

“Very well. Your mother does not wish to sit near you, so you will sit near Sylvia.”

So mother still disliked him. Well at least that hasn’t changed.