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Gull came to wake us early with the news. He was supposed let Bardo and Tiresias tell us, but Gull couldn’t seem to keep a secret, much less from a pretty girl. Maybe that sounds boastful. I believed I was pretty because of the way men, and some women, and especially Levi looked at me. It was probably my yellow hair. That drew them in, and then they looked harder and saw the rest of me. The rest of me wasn’t as pretty as the outside, but it would do.
I’d grown up without mirrors, you see, although Daddy had sometimes held up a scrap of polished sheet metal from the factory to show me that I had the sea-green eyes of an old goddess. “What do those eyes know,” he’d say, “that your lips can’t say yet?”
The news was that we were to go on as a much smaller group. The three of us, with G
