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41 " No one’s here this time of year except caretakers: often alcoholic friends of the family who can’t handle society, who hide and take care of mansions and animals. He "
― Jardine Libaire , White Fur
42 " Night shift. Jamey raises his arm, and a hundred arms are raised. He smiles, with thousands of teeth. Jamey thinks of Narcissus bending to the pool. He thinks of how a swan on a calm lake is one with its reflection, and then lifting off, the bird divides from its self, and both parts becomes smaller and smaller. Division is more interesting than duplication, and an ax is a fascinating tool. It makes a fallen tree into wood that will keep your family warm. It does more than separate a whole into pieces; it changes the spirit of the thing, its use. He thinks about Elise checking her compact, and how he looks over her shoulder to catch her outlined eye in the mirror. Her eye, separated from the rest of her, floating. Normally he doesn't let his mind split into pieces, because it frightens him, but he's in a container here. He has so much time to think on the night shift. "
43 " Many hours later, Elise and Jamey go home, after dancing and fire juggling and ice queens, and they never see Frankie again. He was reunited with his tribe. Everything that was odd and ungainly about him became beautiful in the right crowd. "
44 " She switches moods in a heartbeat not because she's out of control - she just doesn't care what it looks like to switch. She watches other people stay in moods just to seem committed to something. "
45 " There's a way to resolve chaos and that's to finish what was started, and every organism knows this emergency plan without being told. "
46 " The gravity of any location pulls citizens to its heart, organizing people by abstractly spiritual geography. "
47 " Seeing herself do this, Elise realizes she always knew she would give the fruit away, at this exact moment, to that girl, with this exact feeling in her heart. "