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you will ache like I ache.”
    She cracked the window and lit a cigarette, careful to blow the smoke out onto the lawn.
    The row of dolls watched her impassively from the bookshelf, their tea party propriety almost certainly offended. She caught both rats and put them up there with the dolls, to get to know one another. Then she turned back to the bed.
    Pushing it up against the wall, she dragged the mattress onto the floor. It took up most of the space in the room, but at least her feet would be able to hang comfortably over the edge. And if she covered the boxspring with one of her mother’s batik throws, it could almost be a couch.
    Putting out her cigarette and lying back down, she watched the rats crawl over the laps of the dolls—heedless of velvet riding coats or gold lace princess gowns—to snuffle plastic hair, and nibble at delicate, porcelain fingers. Finally her eyes closed, and she drifted softly down into sleep.

4
    “All day and all night
my desire for you
unwinds like a poisonous snake.”
    —SAMAR SEN, “Love”
    That Monday morning, Kaye woke up early, got dressed, and pretended to go to school.
    She had been pretending for the better part of a week now, ever since her grandma had insisted she was going to march down to the school and find out what was taking them so long to enroll her. There was no way to tell her that the transcripts were never coming, so Kaye packed a peanut-butter-and-honey sandwich and an orange and went out to kill time.
    When they had first moved to Philadelphia, she had transferred easily to a new school. But then they’d started moving around, living for six months in University City and another four in South Philly and then a couple of weeks in the Museum District. Each time, she either had to find a way to get to her old school ortransfer to the new school. About a year back, the confusion had gotten the better of her, and she’d started working full-time at Chow Fat’s instead. They needed the money and, aside from that, they needed the free food.
    Kaye kicked a flattened soda can down the street ahead of her. Even she could see that she was going in no good direction, and not just literally. Her grandmother was right about her—she was turning into her mother—no, worse, because she didn’t even have an ambition. Her only talents were shoplifting and a couple of cigarette-lighting tricks you needed a Zippo to perform.
    She considered going to Red Bank and trying to find Sue and Liz’s store. She had some money, but she still might be able to sneak on the train for the couple of stops. Her biggest problem was that Ellen hadn’t said what they’d called the place.
    It occurred to her that maybe Corny would know. He probably had another hour before the graveyard shift ended and the morning guy came in. If she bought him coffee, he might not mind her hanging around too much.
    The Quick Check was mostly empty when she went in and filled two large paper cups with hazelnut coffee. She fixed hers with cinnamon and half-and-half, but she didn’t know how he liked his, so she pocketed little packets of sugar and several creamers. The yawningwoman didn’t even look at Kaye as she rang her up.
    Corny was sitting on the hood of his car, playing chess on a small, magnetic board.
    “Hey,” Kaye called. He looked up with a not-so-friendly expression on his face. She held out the coffee, and he just looked confused.
    “Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” he asked finally.
    “Dropped out,” she said. “I’m going to get my GED.”
    He raised his eyebrows.
    “Do you want the coffee or not?”
    A car pulled up in front of one of the pumps. He sighed, sliding off the hood of the car. “Put it by the board.”
    She pulled herself onto his car and carefully set down her cup, searching her pockets for the fixings. Then she uncapped hers and took a deep sip. The warmth of the liquid braced her against the cold, wet autumn morning.
    Corny came back a few minutes later,