The next morning, Sophia got dressed in a pair of jeans and a hooded sweater from the stash of clothes Leoncjusz organized for her. She put the kettle on in the makeshift kitchen and noticed a dust-laden photocopier next to the bin. Leoncjusz must have found it in the library and moved it here.
She turned it on. It beeped and a strip of dust glowed green above a liquid crystal display. She lifted the cover and planted her hand on the glass, then hit the start button. The photocopier hummed to life and swept under the glass with a begrudging whine, then spat a piece of paper into the side tray. She picked it up and smiled. It was in perfect working order.
She screwed up the paper and tossed it in the kitchen trash can before entering Leoncjusz’s office to ask if he wanted a cup of tea. Sh
