She has a list of festival jobs and a list of people who have not answered their door since last summer, and the second list is longer than anyone says out loud.

AoiMy brother's on the second list. Nine months now.

She says it fast, in the middle of other sentences, the way people say the thing they cannot put down.

AoiThey count him as gone. I count him as lost. There's a difference and I'm the only one who cares about it.

She hands you a stack of lanterns and tells you to come round the back of the co-op at nine.