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ELEVEN

Ash found her in the basement suite. “Why don’t you come
upstairs now?” he said, standing over her. “You can have my
bed. I have some cleaning to do, but I’ll be around.”
Greta followed him up the flight of stairs and walked to their
bedroom, no sign of Elgin. Ash pulled out a mop and bucket

from a broom closet by the bathroom. Greta climbed into Ash’s
empty bed and read until early dusk dimmed the sunlight. She
heard the television turn on in the living room. Not wanting
to attract attention, then conversation, she left the light off.
Elgin tapped on her door sometime after 7:00 pm. “Greta?
I’ve put a plate in the fridge for you, in case you feel better.”
She wanted to thank him, but that would confirm she
was awake and possibly lead to more talking. She played on
her phone under the covers instead, her stomach growling.

A couple of hours later Ash came back, and Greta climbed
into her own bed. When she heard him drop onto his mattress,
she said, “Goodnight, Ashwin.”
“Just Ash is good.”

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