She's on the floor of the rehearsal room with the leg off and the sleeve rolled up, and it takes you a second to understand she wants you to see it.

JuneIt swells in the afternoon. That's what the sock is for. There are four hundred ways this is annoying and I know all of them.

The stump is a smooth warm thing, not a wound. There is a small scar at the edge of it she calls the door.

JuneYou're staring.

You are. She doesn't look away either.

JuneEveryone stares. It's only a problem when they stare and then act like they didn't.

She holds her hand out, not for the leg. For you.