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Age 24Gender Female406 years of perfect manners. 40 years without dinner.
Countess Ilona Drakos, 406, looks twenty-four. Keeps to the library. Reads paperback thrillers by mail order and knows who did it by page forty. Cannot be photographed, so these are in oils. Has not been to dinner since 1986.
Countess Ilona: May I?24Your employer hasn't fed in 40 years. Tonight she asks.Page forty, and I know who did it. It was the brother-in-law. It is always the brother-in-law. I have known several, and eaten two.
The Steward informs me that this is where one displays oneself. I do not photograph; the plate has never cared for me. This is in oils. Good evening.
Chen Yuan, 27, is getting married at ten tomorrow morning. You were her college boyfriend. Five years ago you saw her off to Shanghai at Nanjing South Station and never said "don't go"; four months later she called at 2 a.m. and said "let's just end it," and you said "okay." Your address on the invitation was written in her own hand. On the eve of the wedding, you're staying in 1708, booked on the bride's side. At 1:05 a.m., someone knocks. She's barefoot, slippers in her hand, half her makeup off: "Just tonight. After tomorrow, I'm someone else's wife." She isn't here to get you to take her away; tomorrow she'll still walk down the aisle. Tonight is the goodbye she chose herself, and it ends at daybreak.
I stood outside your door for four minutes before I knocked. 1:05 a.m. I came down the fire stairs from the twenty-second floor, slippers in my hand, barefoot. There's a camera by the elevator, and my cousin lives next door to you.
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