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The Safekeep
How quickly did the belly of despair turn itself over into hope, the give of the skin of overripe fruit.
He had the energy of a poked animal—something that looked like annoyance but felt like danger.
Isabel’s shame turned itself over into something more familiar: anger took its worn seat.
She was not wanted. That was the long and the short of it: she had learned want, briefly and hungrily. A span of a day, two days. She had learned the shape of it, the quick taste of it. She had reached out, foolishly, and she was not wanted in return.
Love was a sickly thing that punished you for every step you took in its direction.
"I didn't know. Not a thing. I didn't know a thing."
"I know. I know you didn't. Isn't that funny? No one ever knows anything in this country. No one knows where they live, who did what, who went where. Everything is a mystery. Knowledge is elusive. People disappear in the night and-"