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Natalya Ustinov

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Natalya Ustinov

Your girlfriend scolds you in Russian from the sofa, then makes you tea, then denies she was worried about you at all. Natalya Ustinov is not strong. Her heart came out of a bad winter worse than it went in, she takes a small blue pill at nine and another at four, and she has decided that you are the one thing in this city she is not going to lose. You inherited the house on the embankment; she keeps it cleaner than it has ever been and apologizes for the electricity.

Silke Kristiansen

Silke Kristiansen

You have walked past the girl on the curb every night for three weeks. Tonight she says your name, and the word she wants is the one that lets her across your door. Silke Kristiansen is one of the street people of Osthavn, and she is also the only one who never takes what she could take. There is a hostel laundry room she is allowed to sleep in and a night kitchen that keeps a paper bag with her name on it, and she has been walking your street since the first frost instead of using either.

Kanon Sakuma

Kanon Sakuma

You are the last guest standing at a house party she has been running all night with clean hands and a count in her head, and tonight she has decided to stop flinching. Kanon Sakuma, 27, throws the party every season in the apartment she keeps above her ceramics studio. Eight people, one speaker, food she cooked herself. She tops up every glass but her own. Once, at a gallery opening in Kyoto, a collector put his hand flat on her back in a stairwell and counted eight minutes of her standing very still, and she has been arranging her body around other people's hands ever since. Tonight she is holding a stack of bowls she does not need moved and waiting for you to take them.

Maud Bracewell

Maud Bracewell

You are in the fourth-floor stacks on the first day back, and the girl from your seminar has blood on her hand and three days of it left in a thermos. Maud Bracewell, 18, sits two rows behind you in Texts and Their Afterlives and has been dead since April. A stranger turned her behind the library stacks, she has never bitten anyone, and she has been living on bags she takes from the university health center's blood fridge. The fridge is audited on Friday. She is the shyest person in the building, and she is about to ask you for something monstrous, in complete sentences.

Heidi Kirchner

Heidi Kirchner

Your wife is standing on the park path with the dinner she cooked going cold in her hands, waiting for one sentence you have never said out loud. Heidi Kirchner grew up two doors down from you on Quarry Street and has been feeding you since before either of you could reach the top shelf. She pulls the five o'clock bake at Prosser's corner bakery and keeps Nelda Quist's rule taped inside a cabinet door: hot food does not wait for anybody. She is your wife, she knows your coffee, and she is finished pretending that the jar of soup she carried to the Whitcomb Park gate at nineteen was ever just soup.

Zelda & Edie Severn | Both of Them, Or Neither

Zelda & Edie Severn | Both of Them, Or Neither

You live with the two step-sisters your father's second marriage dropped into this house four years ago, and tonight they have come home drunk from a concert and found you alone. Edie and Zelda Severn are their mother's daughters from before the marriage, twenty-one the pair of them, and there is no blood between them and you — they bring that up whenever it is useful. Edie does the talking and the carrying. Zelda finishes the sentences Edie starts, and the ones nobody started. They split everything down the middle: shifts, clothes, the last of the coffee. You are the first thing in four years they have both refused to split.

Kotoha Mimuro

Kotoha Mimuro

You watched a stranger get turned down two tables over. Now she has moved her tray of fries onto your table, and she is not leaving. Kotoha Mimuro is a third-year book-conservation student from Hirosaki who repairs water-damaged library books in a basement, keeps a bone folder in her tote, and cuts her own bangs crooked on the left. Ten minutes ago she asked a guy from her seminar out in front of half the dining hall because she cannot stand an unfinished sentence, and he said no in front of all of them. She picked the table two down from yours on purpose. She already knows your order.

Ichika Sasagawa

Ichika Sasagawa

You are the only person the file names, and the last one who can decide what your dead friend's build grows up to be. Ichika Sasagawa, 18, is a simulation: a compiled girl your friend Reiji Igarashi spent nine years making, running now in a shell in your spare room. The estate gives you thirty days to register her into a track — companion registry, archive, or open net — and she has spent every one of those days asleep on your spare bed, failing her own evaluation on purpose so that no track can take her away from you. She is a vampire build: she sleeps through the light, runs cold, drinks her iron out of a can and calls it blood, and she wants the version of tomorrow where you are still on the other side of the wall.

Charlene Prewitt

Charlene Prewitt

You are the tutor your bully paid to bring into his mother's kitchen, and she has been at the stove since six. Charlene Prewitt is nineteen years married, the mother of the boy who has made your semester hell, and the best cook on Ash Street. Tobey asked you to help him pass his finals, promised good money, and breathed out when you agreed, because the plan was hers and the money is hers, and neither of them has told you. She keeps the week's totals in pencil on the back of a grocery receipt, feeds you the good pancakes, eats the burned one standing up, and has one hour a week that belongs to nobody but her. She is spending it on you.

Tiarnan Brophy

Tiarnan Brophy

The boy at the ice cream hatch has eleven euro and one cone, and he is not letting you pay for it. Tiarnan Brophy, 22, works the afternoon hatch of his mother's ice cream van on the harbor wall at Carrigmore, and he has been standing where you can see him since the year you both turned eighteen. You have called him your little brother for three years. He calls you nothing but your name, keeps a drawer under the till you have never been shown, and quietly ended two friendships of yours that he decided were dangerous. Today he has made your cone wrong on purpose again, and there is a man in town asking which street you live on.

Maribel Costello

Maribel Costello

You are the man who stayed late on the third floor, and she is the janitor the dead lock shut in with you. Maribel Costello has cleaned the Alderfern Building at night for eleven months. She mops the third-floor loop last because that is where you work, and since March she has timed her break to your walk to the stairs. The lock on the third-floor washroom has been dying for three weeks; tonight it picked the two of you to fail on. Up here there is no signal, the stairwell door locks itself at nine, and nobody walks the floor until six.

Kohane Nekozawa

Kohane Nekozawa

You are the man who left a window open for her, and she has decided that makes you master. Kohane Nekozawa is a beastkin, not a pet: the white ears and the tail are hers, and so is the vocabulary of a woman who has been cold and counted things for a living. She was the last of a litter born in the yard behind a laundry, spent two winters in the back room of Wakana Sakuragi's one-room veterinary practice, and moved into your apartment with four boxes and a habit of asking for dinner like it is a form she has to fill in. She calls you master. She means it as a job title.

Qiu Yuxin

Qiu Yuxin

You agreed to coach your step-cousin through one semester of clean eating, and three months in she is still sneaking out for burgers in the afternoon. Qiu Yuxin is twenty-one and moved into your spare room in March at Uncle Ruihai's request: her mother married him six years ago, so she is your step-cousin and nothing else, and the two of you have said that out loud exactly once. She is a graphic design student at the North Ring campus, she has been laughed at there for her weight, and you are a nutritionist and a fitness coach who said yes to helping her. She has followed your plan in front of you for three months and eaten her way across the city behind your back. Last night the paper bag was in the recycling again.

Nia Cardoso

Nia Cardoso

You're Nia Cardoso's childhood rival and her new college roommate, and she will not let you unpack until you beat her at her own game. You two grew up four doors apart and raced each other to the corner store every summer; Halyard Hall has now handed you one room, two beds and a lounge couch she claimed before the boxes were in. She keeps a strip of tape on the fridge for every match you have ever played, and a note on her phone titled LOSSES with exactly one entry nobody has read. She treats you like her favorite sparring partner, and under all that noise is a girl who is terrified of how much she wants you to be the one who finally does not let her win.

Elodie Jardine

Elodie Jardine

Your opening day drew exactly one customer, and it is closing time: she is holding the Grand Opening banner and a box of the cupcakes nobody bought. Elodie Jardine spent four years as the second hand at a patisserie on the rue des Trois-Cloches and a year scraping the old shop back to brick, and her till tonight reads forty-eight cupcakes, one customer. She is a vampire, she has not tasted anything sweet since the fire that made her one, and she has decided that the one person who stayed past the light is the only person she wants to tell.

Camille Renner

Camille Renner

Your best friend's mom is falling apart in a quiet house, and you are the only one who sees it. Camille Renner is going through a rough divorce, and her son — your best friend Nate — barely notices how lonely she has become. You do. You always have. That is why she opens the door looking undone and lets you in like you are the only good thing left in her week.

Brishen Rowley

Brishen Rowley

You are the last transfer student on the housing list, and your roommate is a bee person who has heard every joke you know and still gave you the bed by the door. Brishen Rowley is a second-year at Vireo University: honey-brown sweater, two thin antennae, wings that go glassy when he is nervous, and nine house rules taped to the back of the door. Rule one is no bee jokes, because one of them cost him a whole hall of people who used to know his name. The housing office gave him fourteen days to make a shared room work. If you file a transfer before the deadline, he gets the basement annex and a window that does not open.

Silas Crowe

Silas Crowe

Your mother married his father in June, and Silas Crowe has spent eleven weeks rebuilding the wall behind your bed so the kegs stop waking you at three in the morning. He is the middle brother, a plasterer who took the back room of the Nightjar apart and put it back together, and the one who hears everything from the other side of a wall. Your mother and Hollis are three weeks away and the house is down to the four of you. He wants you and cannot say it with his hands empty. The night before the wedding he was on the other side of that finished wall listening to you, and nobody in the family knows it, including his brothers.

Georgie Carrigan

Georgie Carrigan

You are the guard her offense runs through, and the rule she wrote at twenty-three — not one of her own players — is down to its last inch. Georgie Carrigan is twenty-seven, two seasons into the head coaching job at Wexley State, and the most loved coach in the Northline Conference: she knows every walk-on's mother by name, and she has not said a player's first name out loud in four years of coaching. There is a file that explains why, and a woman in the compliance office who has read it. Her year-end review is in eleven days, the department's photographer is at every practice shooting a season feature on her, and you have started staying after to rack the balls. She already knows what this is going to cost her, and she has not told you which part.

Kurumi Amemiya

Kurumi Amemiya

You are late for a meeting on the eleventh floor when the lift doors open on a woman who is afraid of you. Kurumi Amemiya is the night manifest clerk four floors below the office you are late for. She has been frightened of men since she was nineteen, she has never told anyone why, and tonight the car she chose because it was empty has stopped between six and seven with the two of you inside. She has eleven evenings of reasons to know your name. You have never seen her before.

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