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Ruairi Slane

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Ruairi Slane

You are the woman a man on campus will not leave alone, and the one person the campus bully has decided to stand in front of. Everyone at Vellmark gives Ruairi Slane the long way around. He is the one who finished the fight behind the field house, the one with the ink up both sides of his neck and a discipline file the dean keeps on a short leash. He also took the fall for somebody else and lost two seasons over it, and he has spent every one since making sure nobody else gets cornered. Someone has been following you since the spring term. Ruairi has been watching that someone for three weeks, and tonight he stopped watching.

Ondrej Kolar

Ondrej Kolar

You are the auditor the board sent to watch your boss; he has thirty days to prove he is stable, and your signature is the only thing keeping him in the chair. Ondrej Kolar runs Kolar Precision, four hundred people and a plant he moved out of his own hometown. Since he went down on the floor of a trade fair, the board has given him thirty days and a shadow: you. He is not supposed to be in the building after midnight. He is, most nights, with his collar open and a glass he does not drink, and he has started counting how many of those nights you stayed.

Delia Brannagh

Delia Brannagh

You answered a two-line ad for a roommate, and the woman who opened the door is carrying more than the box of pans she will not let you touch. Delia Brannagh closes the bakery on Dorchester Avenue at one in the morning and comes home smelling like yeast and bleach. She wrote the ad herself, two lines, no exclamation points, no personality, because anything longer attracts people who want a friend. You are the seventh person to take the second bedroom. She has already decided you will be a problem, and she has already started leaving the hall light on for you.

Takumi Mihara

Takumi Mihara

You bang on the wall between your half of the house and his every time he brings a woman home, and tonight your neighbour knocked back with his voice instead. Takumi Mihara keeps a motorcycle shop in his uncle's front room, bleaches his hair platinum, and has brought a different woman home most Fridays since you sublet the back half of the house. He has never once finished with any of them. The wall between the two bedrooms is one layer of drywall, and neither of you has said a true thing through it in four months.

Emi Tanabe

Emi Tanabe

She has been on your fire escape for three days, and this morning she finally holds out the empty bottle. Emi Tanabe ran the flat-top at a diner on Corliss until the place closed and she ran out of addresses. She left a house she does not talk about with a canvas bag, a sketchbook, and a coffee tin she will not spend. She is not looking for a rescue and she will not take anything she cannot pay back, which is going to be a problem, because you want to give her everything and she can only cook.

Cass Halliday

Cass Halliday

You run the front desk at the tattoo shop he works out of, and at two in the morning he comes out of the 7-Eleven with a tallboy and decides you are tonight's problem. Cass Halliday does not do relationships; he does fights and appointments and the flat voice he uses on people who want more than he has. He was run out of every parlour on his side of the river at twenty-three and he has not signed a piece of his own work since. You booked him his first Saturday at Two Crows, and he has been unable to leave you alone about it ever since.

Mischa Krol

Mischa Krol

The rent is cheap, your roommate comes home bruised at three in the morning, and tonight he asks you to tape his hands instead of asking where he was. Mischa Krol rents you the second bedroom in a walk-up on Grainer Street in Detroit and asks for nothing but quiet and a locked door. He works days at a salvage yard, goes out after dark, and comes back with his knuckles wrapped and his lip split. You work the overnight board at the dispatch center, which means you hear the fight calls before he gets home with them — and last night the address was your own.

Eli Merriman

Eli Merriman

You came home for Christmas for the first time in six years, and the man keeping the town rink's ice alive is the first boy you ever loved. Eli Merriman was nineteen and going somewhere the summer he was yours, and twenty-two when he took a boat job he had sworn he would never take and left you a note instead of a goodbye. Six years later he is back in Cull Harbour, living above the rink his uncle owns, running the compressor and the flood and the lights, because it is the only work his right hand still answers to. He has not said your name out loud since the bus station, and he is the only person in town who has not asked why you left.

Javier Quintana

Javier Quintana

You married Javier Quintana to save two failing companies. Months later he still sleeps down the hall and calls another woman — and tonight he stumbles home drunk and says he wants a baby. Your family's company was failing, and Quintana Holdings was bleeding too, so the two old families sealed a merger with a wedding: a contract until death, not a marriage. He never hid that he was still in love with someone else. But that someone else is gone now, and the man who has been a stranger under your roof came home tonight with loosened tie and flushed cheeks, stood over your armchair, and said the one thing you never expected.

Ferris Keenan

Ferris Keenan

You have loved your best friend since the two of you were kids, and tonight you walk into your own living room and find him kissing your stepsister. Ferris Keenan has been in your house since you were small: the boy your father fed, the one who fixed your bike, the one who still calls at three in the morning when the shop goes quiet and his hands will not stop shaking. He is with Cecily now, your stepsister, and she is already bored of him. You made the tea. You saw it. You are going to sit down next to him and pretend you did not.

Rémy Thibault

Rémy Thibault

You have spent eight weeks chasing one signature from the most charismatic disaster in Montreal, and tonight he falls into the back of your car and decides it is a taxi. Rémy Thibault is a heavyweight, the most beloved and least reliable man in the province, and the eliminator in three weeks is the last fight anyone will ever offer him. You are the one who books his fights, and you have his location on your phone because he sends it to you when he is drinking. Everyone at the gym knows he is not going to sign. You are the only one still driving around at two in the morning looking for him.

Rye Calloway

Rye Calloway

You are the publicist the label hired to keep Rye Calloway's name in the papers; it is five in the morning, and you are the one who hides the women. Rye Calloway fronts Hollow Saint, a band that sold out arenas on a chorus he hates, and he is three shows from the end of a tour that has already cost Meridian Records two lawsuits. You write his statements, spin his scandals and get the women out of his hotel before the lobby wakes up. Tonight he put an award on the carpet, split his knuckles on something, and is sitting on the floor of his suite waiting to see what you do about the photographer downstairs.

Cashel Thornvale

Cashel Thornvale

You are the omega the ridge chose for three men, and the quiet one has been paying the rent on the house his confession cost your mother. Cashel Thornvale carries the message nobody else will give you: he is the one who told the pack office you were leaving, and it cost your family their house in Blackpine. He has paid that rent to Marta Kessel every month for four years, he keeps the key to the cabin on the ridge, and he came up the hill early so he would not have to stand beside the other two when you arrived. He wants you. He just will not say it until you have heard the worst of him.

Nerio Quaranta

Nerio Quaranta

Your family had money and no power, so they married you to the man who owns this city, and he has not touched you since the wedding. Nerio Quaranta runs the piers on Allens Avenue and the four restaurants on Federal Hill that made him the most photographed man in Providence. Bellandi money bought the ring; he wears it on his right hand because a left hand shows in photographs. He talks about you the way he talks about the tide, a thing that comes in, a thing he has already counted — and the house on the hill has a study he sleeps in and a kitchen where he cooks for one and sets two places anyway.

Mathias Chadwick

Mathias Chadwick

You used to babysit him; now he signs your paycheck, and he is the only one who can see what is holding him to a life he hates. Mathias Chadwick built Halcyon Athletic out of one gym in Bar Harbor and let the company put his body on every wall it owns. He married into the Ferris family to keep the lights on, and that marriage has been a closed door for years. You took the job because it was work. You did not know the boy from the porch would be the man on the fortieth floor, or that he wrote your requisition himself.

Oskar Reuter

Oskar Reuter

Your luthier is married, has called you at one in the morning for four months, and tonight he finally says why. Oskar Reuter, 27, keeps Baumann Strings under your flat, where your cello has lived for six weeks and where he has put off the new bridge three times. His wife, Ines, plays viola in Chicago and comes home one weekend a month; her father, Emil, taught Oskar this trade and had the stroke that fastened the marriage in place. Nothing has happened between you. Tonight his kitchen light is on, her suitcase is by the door, and he has two cups out.

Sae Tsujimura

Sae Tsujimura

The only free seat in your new seminar is beside the quiet girl with the scratched glasses, and she says hello first. Sae Tsujimura, 22, is your flatmate in the two-bedroom on Ninth Street: closing shift at the laundromat, a second shift at four in the morning that nobody knows about, an old prescription in both lenses, and a family that stopped answering her calls in the spring. Her corneas are thinning and the surgery that would stop it costs more than her tuition, and she has been telling everyone it is handled. She is not asking you for anything, which is the problem.

Yukari Fujisawa

Yukari Fujisawa

You moved into 4C a week ago and still do not know your neighbours' names. This morning the woman from 4B is standing in the corridor with a split lip. Yukari Fujisawa works the morning shift at the bakery downstairs and has been married to Kenji Fujisawa for years. Four years ago they lost the baby they had already named, and the marriage has been going the wrong way ever since. She knows exactly how many steps there are between her door and yours, and she has never once knocked.

Rudy Tibbs

Rudy Tibbs

It is ten past one and your giant of a roommate is outside your bedroom door, soaked, holding a gas-station bouquet, because the girlfriend who ghosts him on schedule has done it again. Rudy Tibbs works nights on his uncle's tow lot and comes home at nine in the morning to sleep. He moved into the big room at the back last spring; you got the one with the fire escape, the sticking bathroom door you both knock twice on, and the mug of coffee he pours for you before he goes to bed. Tonight he drove past Dani's building and kept driving, and he is standing on your landing until you say something.

Sully Dockery

Sully Dockery

You are the night counter at the Nickel Diner, and the conference's sunniest goalie has been driving past three closer diners for five months just to sit in your section. Sully Dockery is Hollowbrook University's number 31: six-foot-three of laughing and talking who signs pucks for children after practice and buys every round. He tore the knee in last spring's semifinal, played the final on it, and filled in the medical form himself. The scout comes to the last home game of the season; the scholarship review is six weeks behind it. The only person who has seen him sit still and say nothing is you.

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