Some distant part of me recalled how it felt to step outside on a summer day and feel the sun kiss my skin. I made my way to the lobby, where Florence and Eliza stood at the window, looking outside. “Hello,” I said. “Long time no see.” “Three and a half years, give or take,” Florence said. “What have you been doing with yourself?” I shook my head. It suddenly occurred to me to be ashamed of how I’d spent my time. “It’s all right, sugar. It did you good. You look refreshed.” She gave me a smile. “I came to see about the car,” I said. “More visitors. Oh dear—it’s a girl.” Eliza still hadn’t deigned to look over at me. She sighed disapprovingly. “Girls shouldn’t come here. This place is inhospitable.” The “girl” could more accurately be described as a teenager. Her hair was black with a magenta streak, shaved close on one side and long on the other. I couldn’t see her face, but I could tell by the way she moved and walked that she was unhappy.
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