I tried not to smile at the thought of Sam playing music. Like last night. “Were you going to come back from your cabin to play?”
“Depending on how much work I finished.” He shrugged, speaking mostly to the window. “There are lots of recordings they could have used. But since I’m here, maybe I’ll bring the big piano from the warehouse, or see if I can get Sarit, Whit, and some of the others to play with me. I know you won’t.” He nodded at Stef.
“Let them use the recordings.” Stef drank the last of her coffee. “Dress up and dance. You might have fun.”
“I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t like the idea of asking people to prove their eternal love for everyone else.”
“Do it for Ana. Don’t you want her to have fun?” There was a tone about her voice, not the same flirty teasing as before, that made me think she wasn’t really asking on my behalf.
If Sam noticed, he didn’t react. He studied me, and I studied my coffee cup, and after a minute he said again, “Maybe.”
“Well, Ana’s going to dance.” Stef beamed at me. “Story has it that when you meet your match, it’s usually at a dedication, because you’re not seeing what body someone is in. You’re drawn to their soul. Maybe someone’s been waiting for her.”
“Unlikely.” I forced a smile, trying to keep my tone pleasant. “It sounds like fun, but . . . just fun.”
Stef pouted, and Sam chuckled and said, “Ana is the most cynical person I’ve ever met.” Then, for an instant, things were right between us.
“But you’ll go?” she asked me, and I nodded. “Do you know how to sew? Everyone’s responsible for their own costumes, and you’re not supposed to tell anyone what it is, but if you need help, you let me know.”
“I know how to sew.” I’d spent enough time altering Li’s old clothes to fit me.
“Excellent. Well then, I’d better go. I’m sure you have a lot to do today. I heard about the incident in the guard station yesterday.”
“Yes,” Sam said, checking the time, “we need to take care of a few things at the Councilhouse.”
I stood, happy to have an excuse to go away. “I’d better change into something less sweaty.” After we’d said good-byes, and Stef promised—or threatened—to see me tomorrow for another dance lesson, I headed upstairs and stopped on the balcony when I heard Sam’s low voice.
“You don’t even know what happened.”
“I don’t have to know the details when I recognize that look. I’ve seen it enough times.”
“That’s unfair.” His shoulders were slumped when I stretched to peer over the balcony rail, and I almost felt bad for him. Stef had to be the most formidable person I’d ever met, besides Li. “They made me her guardian. Neither of us wanted that, but there’s so much going on—”
“Figure it out, Dossam. I don’t want to see her like that again.” She squeezed his arm and left.
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Chapter 12
Friends
SAM WAS QUIET when we left the house, probably still smarting from Stef’s jabs. There had to be something I could say to make him smile again. Not that I wanted to pretend nothing had happened in the kitchen, but aside from a tentative alliance with Stef, Sam was my only friend. I needed him.
The day was beginning to warm, but I was grateful for the sweater I’d found in my room; I pulled the sleeves over my hands to keep them from becoming chilled.
“Cold?” At least he wasn’t running this time.
“Not anymore.” We turned off the walkway and onto the street.
The city was a mess of roads and intersections, all wide and friendly, except there were no signs, no way for a stranger to tell where she was.
“There should be a faster way to get around,” I muttered. “I know there are vehicles somewhere. I saw them on one of Corin’s lists in the guard station.”
“We used to drive, but the reek of exhaust was unbelievable, and they tore up the roads. Maintenance was too expensive and annoying, and some people”—he coughed—“gained an unsightly amount of weight.”
I couldn’t imagine Sam anything other than tall and slender and young. “Vehicles couldn’t have been the only reason.”
“No, but they didn’t help. Eventually the Council decided to put them in storage. People too old or ill to walk can use them. People with children too young to make long trips were also allowed.”
Which meant Li had taken one when she fled the city in shame. “And there I was thinking I had never been in one.”