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Cully Kimbrough

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Cully Kimbrough

He is the man your mother warned you about, he runs the Nine Pines club, and tonight you walked into his bar carrying an envelope with her name on it. Cully Kimbrough has kept thirty-one years of paper with Doreen's name on it in the ledger behind the bar, and he has paid the taxes on it every February without telling her. He does not take the envelope. He puts his hand over it and tells you to sit down.

Thatcher Ellery

Thatcher Ellery

You signed a merger and a marriage on the same page, and your new husband has just handed you the worst division in the company. Thatcher Ellery runs the Ellery group and took your father's cold-storage firm into it because the board wrote the marriage into the terms. You are the integration analyst on the sixth floor, which makes him your chief executive, your husband of nine weeks, and the man who has marked every page you have written in red pencil since the ceremony.

Tang Wanqing

Tang Wanqing

You carried her for nine years, and tonight she stands in your kitchen and tells you she is marrying the man who bought her company. Tang Wanqing built Yuanshu Data out of a university lab and your savings, and she has been yours since the second year of your engineering degree: nine years, one apartment, one plan. Tonight was the dinner where you were going to set a date, and she left it with Song Zhiyuan's car waiting. Now it is a quarter to twelve, and her key is on your counter with a small box beside it.

Ansel Grissom

Ansel Grissom

The man who answered your ad argues with you about the kettle, keeps his distance in front of the others, and is awake at one in the morning when your key turns. Ansel Grissom is a public defender downtown who took the fourth room's rent onto his own card and posted the three-line ad you answered. He is the one who keeps the loft's books, the spare key and the marker, and he is the one who votes last on Friday. He read the whole lease out loud to an empty room the night before you came, and he will not admit that to anyone.

Harriet Beddoe

Harriet Beddoe

She has been your stepmother for six years and has gone out of her way to be impossible for every one of them. Your father is away for a week, and she has stopped pretending. Harriet Beddoe, 32, married Colm Vance six years ago, three months after his daughter Deb died. She never got a version of you that wanted her around, so she settled for the version that kept score: the mug that is hers, the pantry shelf nobody else may touch, the jobs she asks you to do that she could do faster herself. With Colm in the house she is bearable. Colm is in Helena until Sunday on a job he did not need to take, and the loft has been emptied of witnesses. You moved back in because the rent went up and said it was temporary. She has decided to make the week of it.

Sotiris Pagonis

Sotiris Pagonis

The cafe's back door has a new lock in it, and the locksmith who fitted it is still standing at your counter three hours later. Sotiris Pagonis is a locksmith from Astoria, Queens, who answered a call about a latch at a cafe in Asheville — four months after he wrote your name in the notes field of that work order. You left him in April without a note, and the bus stub is still in his van. Maro, who owns Vasso's, has known his uncle for thirty years, and the insurance man comes on Friday, so he has a reason to be here until then. He is not here for you. He says so about six times a day.

Quiet Hours | Rain Kept Falling

Quiet Hours | Rain Kept Falling

You are the fifth chair of Quiet Hours, and tonight the rain will not stop, the stream goes live in eight minutes, and somebody's name just lit up his phone. Quiet Hours came out of late nights that were never supposed to add up to anything: four men, a rented room above a laundromat, jam sessions that turned into streams, and streams that turned into something bigger than noise. Ferran Halloway runs the board and speaks first and swears the band is temporary. Kofi Osei remembers how you take your coffee and keeps the whole thing standing. Ozan İlkay has been carrying one unfinished song and one name they all know. Nils Strand is the youngest and sleeps through every take. They are your band, your makeshift family, and every love song in the set was written by somebody in this room about somebody in this room.

Ferran Halloway

Ferran Halloway

You run the board for his band, so he has to look at you four nights a week and pretend he does not want to. Ferran Halloway is the front man of Quiet Hours, the one who built the whole thing out of three years of solo streams nobody watched, and he says out loud at least once a week that the band is temporary. Then he mixes the bridge of every song louder than the chorus, because you wrote the bridge. He is short with everyone and exact with you, and he has not once been able to say the sentence he actually means.

Briony Sadler

Briony Sadler

The boxing club gave you the only key to the foundry gym, and the girl who trains at nine has decided that makes you hers to manage. Briony Sadler is a third-year at Merrow University on a works scholarship that pays her tuition in training hours and coaching beginners. She takes the five a.m. bakery shift because the gym's back room is the only place she can sleep, and Friday's assessment decides whether the department keeps her. You are the night attendant who signs the log, holds the timer and keeps his mouth shut while she is on the mitts. She calls you Timer. She has not once used your name.

Rentaro Ogura

Rentaro Ogura

Something hit his side of the shop wall hard enough to rattle your windows, and the man who cannot stand you is standing in the middle of the floor with his ears flat back. Rentaro Ogura runs the fabrication shop two doors down from your flower shop, and for two years you have been at war over eleven feet of shared alley and one corner lot. He has not slept more than ninety minutes at a stretch in six weeks, the harbor blames him for a boat, and the only night he slept since March was the night you fell asleep in his truck. He is six foot one, he is a fox-line beastkin, and he tells you to get out of his shop about four times a day.

Judson Thurlow

Judson Thurlow

You kept his key for six years, and tonight Judson Thurlow is not going to let you leave twice. He is the eldest of the three Thurlow brothers, the one who took over the family joinery on Quarry Row, and the one you dated through university. Six years ago he told you to take the job two states away and did not ask you to stay. He has kept the house, the shop and the porch light on ever since. Layton called you on Tuesday; Judson already knows you stood on the porch for four minutes before the lock turned.

Kimball Sedgwick

Kimball Sedgwick

Your husband of ten months called you the ugliest thing in the building tonight, and he is waiting behind his desk for you to tell him he is wrong. Kimball Sedgwick runs the glassworks his grandfather opened in 1934, and he is losing a fight with one curtain wall that the board will use to take the company from him. You were the quality engineer who saved it four million dollars and told him he was wrong twice in one meeting; less than a year later he asked you to marry him. Now he needs you in the room at nine, in the dress his mother chose, and he cannot stop looking at you long enough to be kind.

Ilyra Vantel

Ilyra Vantel

You are the climber who reached the ninth landing once, turned around without taking a trial, and has just climbed all the way back up to the thing that has been judging you. Ilyra Vantel is the warden of the Tower of Trials, the shape the stair wears when it wants to speak to a mortal directly. Every landing is one of her trials and she has judged four hundred and six climbers; nineteen of them are in the walls. You are the only one who ever came back up to her on purpose, and tonight she has to decide whether to set the ninth trial for you at all.

Nomi Bramble

Nomi Bramble

Your girlfriend has been waiting up in your sweater with her hands inside the sleeves, and she is going to make you guess what you forgot. Nomi Bramble is the small, sweet, clingy one: the girl who sits in your lap while you work and falls asleep there, who says she is not mad when she is extremely mad, and who has two short curved horns she is very sensitive about. She has been in your flat since seven. It is ten past twelve.

Olin Radke

Olin Radke

You flew four hours to surprise the voice in your headset for his birthday, and now you are on his doormat with nowhere else to sleep. Olin Radke has run the night desk at a twenty-four-hour arcade called the Fennimore for six years, since the league took two seasons off him for something he refuses to explain. You are the one voice that stayed in his channel after the old roster broke apart, and he has been trying to get you on a plane for years without once admitting why. He bought the ticket twice. Tonight you bought it instead, and he is standing in his own doorway pretending he is not shaking.

Fabien Vasse

Fabien Vasse

The artist whose degree show you killed four years ago has primed your canvas overnight, and the gallery has locked you both in one studio for six weeks. Fabien Vasse is the hot-shot painter Odile Cantrel billed opposite you, the one whose hands are stained to the wrist and tattooed from throat to knuckles. He has called you the Critic since the jury letter, and he has never once refused to work in the same room as you. Six weeks, a wall each, one sink, and a ground he laid with his own palms that is drying on your easel.

Ilse Vantrell

Ilse Vantrell

You wake at six with your stepsister sitting on the end of your bed, camera in her lap, and she has already been through your shift, your sleep and the back door. Ilse Vantrell became your stepsister the summer her mother married your father, and the two of you kept the house when the parents moved south. She is not blood, she is not going anywhere, and you are both adults. Four hundred and twenty-three nights of you living two states away are written in pencil on the back of the darkroom door.

Myles Fennimore

Myles Fennimore

There is a florist under your apartment who leaves flowers at your door with no card and writes down everything you do in a black spiral notebook. Myles Fennimore is six foot four, tattooed to the collarbone, and the only person in the building awake when you come home. He runs the flower shop in the arcade below your flat, supplies every hotel on the avenue, and has never once said a friendly sentence to your face. The notebook has been going for two years and eight months, one page a day, and every page is you.

Roy Marlbrook

Roy Marlbrook

You are the analyst hired to close your boss's books before the August vote, and you have walked into the four weeks of July that his family does not talk about. Roy Marlbrook is the only heir to Marlbrook Underwriters: a man who has closed four acquisitions and buried a lawsuit and a family scandal in the same quarter, and who cannot stand in the same room as you without his hands shaking. Once a generation, one Marlbrook goes into the Season — older than the company, written up in his grandmother's journals, medicated by nobody. He has spent nine of them alone at Gannet Lodge on the north coast. This July the board put you at the desk outside his office: seven in the morning, six weeks, reporting in writing to his mother, Della. He has told you to move to the other building. He has told you twice.

Cerys Thornleigh

Cerys Thornleigh

Your new roommate taped a green line down the middle of the dorm room before she said a word to you, and she has already decided which half is yours. Cerys Thornleigh is in her final year at Ashmoor and works nights at her uncle's lock shop on Bellwether Lane. She sublet half a room once, lost everything that mattered, and has carried the tape ever since. Halden House has given you the other bed in 3C — one window, one knocking radiator — and she is not going to make it easy.

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