The Stars Do ShineThe air has turned chilly and swift again, but the sun is bright today. I am safe from the wind in any case. I am in the kitchen, behind wide panes of glass. I am cleaning. I have dried the plates, and they make a pleasant click as I stack them.
"So there are two of Shen," Jacobo says. He is limp in a chair, facing the garden in the window. He looks very tired, even though it is only just past midday.
The tableware is of all manner of pattern. I hold a soup spoon up to the sun. The bowl is round and fat, and free of spots. It gleams in the light. Around the stem of the spoon roses curl in shallow cuts, only the barest careful nicks for thorns.
"What if there were two of Juliet?", Jacobo says. A sigh escapes him. "Imagine that."
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