‘Put him down here,’ says the Queen to Wolfboy, patting a desk. Wolfboy lays Paul carefully down on the flat surface, and the Queen fetches a cushion to lay under his head. The Queen of the Night is not at all what I expected. She’s my age, plump, with dyed black hair, blue eyes, red lipstick and a pretty freckled face. ‘You can call me Amelia,’ she says to me and Wolfboy. ‘Take a seat where you can find it.’ Amelia’s apartment is large and, though clean, it’s filled with enough furniture for four families. There are framed pictures on the walls, and wooden cabinets with hundreds of tiny drawers, and an entire six-person dining setting pushed into a corner. Wolfboy sits in a leather armchair with burst seams, and I perch on the armrest. He rests his arm across my leg, and trails his fingers up and down my calf. I try to think serious thoughts. Amelia leans over Paul and checks most of the things we’ve already covered. Blake must have told her a lot on the phone, because she seems unsurprised by his condition.
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