10/03/2026 11:33

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She saw him staring at Rachel over his newspaper, the way civilians always did with fliers, especially the women. I imagine them in a log cabin, lamps glowing in the midwinter darkness, studying the mammoth tissues that they’d found. Poole and Miriam looked at each other. ‘I’m here,’ he sings.

I knew that. But when Carl finally showed up, nobody moved. It was just fine. I am content to sit in my small garden, and watch the ants at work.