![]() ![]() She read her notice, looked around at all of us. She grew very still her smile disappeared. But then she spotted the notices across the street and turned to read ours. She saw me and smiled, lifted her hand to wave. Mother, waiting for me to get home, opened our front door. “But-why do we need shelter assignments?” “See, we’re assigned together! Whatever it is, it won’t be so bad, Mathilde.” “Come on, let’s see what mine says.” She offered her hand, led me past the Hellers’ between us, to her own house. A smile came to them as one appeared across her pink, chapped cheeks. Her bright blue eyes, watering in the cold, took me in. It had snuck in, at least once a day, since her father had left to fight. I looked at her, my best friend and opposite-twin, her dark braids mirroring my light ones. ![]() “Did you get one?” I asked, craning my neck to check two doors down, where Megs lived. It was better to think of them that way, like butterflies.īecause they also looked like white flags of surrender. We’d seen the notices on our walk home, pinned to every door, fluttering in the chill winter breeze: white butterflies tacked down, wishing to fly free. ![]()
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