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good.”
    “Thanks. I think I’m getting the hang of it.” His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
    Three days: three days of strained conversation and silence. I know he is wondering what has changed, and whether it can be changed back. I know I’m hurting him. There are questions he is forcing himself not to ask, and things he is struggling not to say.
    He is giving me time. He is patient, and gentle.
    “You look pretty in this light,” he says.
    “You must be going blind.” I intend it as a joke, but my voice sounds harsh in the thin air.
    Julian shakes his head, frowning, and looks away. The leaf, a vivid yellow, is still tangled in his hair, behind his ear. In that moment, I’m desperate to reach out, remove it, and run my fingers through his hair and laugh with him about it. This is the Wilds, I’ll say. Did you ever imagine? And he’ll lace his fingers through mine and squeeze. He’ll say, What would I do without you?
    But I can’t bring myself to move. “You have a leaf in your hair.”
    “A what?” Julian looks startled, as though I’ve recalled him from a dream.
    “A leaf. In your hair.”
    Julian runs a hand impatiently through his hair. “Lena, I—”
    Bang.
    The sound of a rifle shot makes us both jump. Birds start out of the trees behind Julian, temporarily darkening the sky all at once, before dispersing into individual shapes. Someone says, “Damn.”
    Dani and Alex emerge from the trees beyond the tents. Both of them have rifles slung across their shoulders.
    Gordo straightens up.
    “Deer?” he asks. The light is nearly all gone. Alex’s hair looks almost black.
    “Too big for a deer,” Dani says. She is a large woman, broad across the shoulders with a wide, flat forehead and almond-eyes. She reminds me of Miyako, who died before we went south last winter. We burned her on a frigid day, just before the first snow.
    “Bear?” Gordo asks.
    “Might have been,” Dani replies shortly. Dani is harder-edged than Miyako was: She has let the Wilds whittle her down, carve her to steel.
    “Did you hit it?” I ask, too eager, though I already know the answer. But I am willing Alex to look at me, to speak to me.
    “Might have just clipped it,” Dani says. “Hard to tell. Not enough to stop it, though.”
    Alex says nothing, doesn’t register my presence, even. He keeps walking, threading his way through the tents, past Julian and me, close enough that I imagine I can smell him—the old smell of grass and sun-dried wood, a Portland smell that makes me want to cry out, and bury my face in his chest, and inhale.
    Then he is heading down the embankment as Raven’s voice floats up to us: “Dinner’s on. Eat up or miss out.”
    “Come on.” Julian grazes my elbow with his fingertips. Gentle, patient.
    My feet turn me, and move me down the embankment, toward the fire, which is now burning hot and strong; toward the boy who becomes shadow standing next to it, blotted out by the smoke. That is what Alex is now: a shadow-boy, an illusion.
    For three days he has not spoken to me or looked at me at all.

Hana
     
    Want to know my deep, dark secret? In Sunday school, I used to cheat on the quizzes.
    I could never get into The Book of Shhh , not even as a kid. The only section of the book that interested me at all was “Legends and Grievances,” which is full of folktales about the world before the cure. My favorite, the story of Solomon, goes like this:
 
Once upon a time, during the days of sickness, two women and an infant went before the king. Each woman claimed that the infant was hers. Both refused to give the child to the other woman and pleaded their cases passionately, each claiming that she would die of grief if the baby were not returned solely to her possession.
The king, whose name was Solomon, listened to both their speeches, and at last announced that he had a fair solution.
“We will cut the baby in two,” he said, “and that way each of you will have a portion.”
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