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Mikayla, aren't you joining us for dinner? Grace wanted to know. She leaned in when she spoke, wanting Mikayla to see her in those glasses and stark black lines and remember again what it had been like to feel small and controlled in the classroom. But it didn't seem to have the desired effect, and Mikayla was gone from the table. Somewhere around the corner, a door shut. It had the hollow judder of a door that might peel apart from hitting carpet wrong. Did you talk to her? Eun asked. A little bit, said Valerie in between tasks, her hands fretting on the back of a chair. We talked about you wanting to spend some time together. She's a willful girl, and at that age where she knows better than anyone. Eun uncorked the wine between her knees. The very first glass she tipped to Valerie's lips, speaking sweetly to her. You deserve a break. Think you can convince her to pop her head out of the rabbit hole? One by one the bottle poured for each place at the table. For Valerie, for Eun, for Grace, and a high, dark, bitter social lubricant for the teenage girl due to join them. Love was a luxury for teenagers. Now well into her thirties Valerie understood the necessity of finding another human being. There was emotion in it, yes. There was emotion as real and distressing and anguished as what irradiated Mikayla's door when she knocked softly there at the end of the hall. There was no time for anything as foolish as love pouring all her energy into making ends meet, but with Eun and Grace came a sweeter relief. It was almost too late for anything else. Though it would be impossible for Mikayla to see it, she was becoming a ghost in her own face, paler without the pink glow of youth. The rare jewels of her eyes, her narrow well-shaped nose, her smiling cheekbones were still there, so much like her daughter's, but she now thought of them as stately rather than lovely. Eun and Grace's attention had been a heady drug. They had nibbled under her chin and moaned dark into her ear and pushed her to limits undreamed. Valerie went on into Mikayla's room, plainly upset. None of this, I'm serious. Valerie snatched the utensil on its way to Mikayla's mouth. Moving the food always proved more effective than appealing to her decorum, as though Mikayla were a puppy in need of training. I need you to do a lot of maturing, right now. Eun and Grace want to see you as a full grown woman tonight. Get out there, smile, and talk to them for god's sake. The plate swerved away, but in truth the days of leading Mikayla with promise of food were long gone. Mikayla had become so self-reliant, in her many hours home alone. And this, Valerie realized looking around at the bedroom, was her safe zone. She pulled Mikayla to her feet. I need this. I need you to behave. I know you love your father, and nobody is trying to replace him. But when the battery dies on the Nissan again, they're going to replace that. When your medication runs out, they're going to replace that. When you need new shoes, they're going to replace those. Get out there, and stop embarrassing me! Those hushed voices in the bedroom neither Eun nor Grace could make out, silent as the dinner table remained. It had the sound of Valerie, and maybe a little bit of Mikayla too. This is awkward, said Grace. I don't mind it at all. Eun smiled. Seeing her squirm is fun, and I get to make you happy. A stocking slipped from heel under the table, and brushed Eun's legs. Happy anniversary, Gracie, Eun murmured, and kissed her wife until their hosts returned. It helped to keep the blood hot, and the desire strong, to follow through.