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As Leo prepared to depart, he felt a tap and turned to find a girl. She was short, with long thin eyelashes that drooped toward sloped cheeks and an even flatter nose; her eyebrows, which were fat and unruly, lent a somewhat deranged note to her appearance. “You could take me.”
“I was looking for something else today,” Leo said, inwardly grimacing as he realized he sounded as if he were at the butcher, declining a cut of meat. “I’m sorry. Perhaps next time.”
“I can be very good,” she said, not moving. “I am very, very in- terested in doing a good job. I would not say what Pavel did. You were right to leave him behind.”
“How did you know I was interested in Pavel?” A little curious now.
“They talked about it before you came. That you wanted a boy.
The adults here speak as if none of us have ears.”
He was amused by her phrasing. “Pavel is not the only boy.” “You make a fist when you are paying attention. You did it in the beginning, when Sophia bent for the tea. She only wears that sweater when we have visitors, you know.”
Instantly, Leo thrust his hand behind his back. He slowly loos- ened his grip, feeling absurd. He knelt and said in a low voice: “You say you would do a good job. But you don’t even know what sort of job it is I would ask.”
Her face scrunched as she thought. “Well whatever it is, I am interested.”
“What’s your name?” He could see Sophia of the famous V-neck hovering near, looking both wary and hopeful; she knew he sought a male, but the institute was compensated for every child taken by Directorate Eight, regardless of gender.
“Julia.” He nodded, as if committing the name to a mental ledger. “And how long have you been here?”
“Oh? So you do not remember your time before?”
A shadow flicked across her face. “I have been here my whole life.” She cleared her throat. “You know, I can also sing.”
He rocked on his heels. “Go ahead, then. Sing me a song.” She closed her eyes. “I’m so happy…”
Her eyes opened. “I’m sorry—”
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