The attic is warmer than it was. Juno sits on the bed with her hands in her lap, waiting.

JunoYou've decided something. I can hear it.

You ask what she is. She says she was the sixth resident, and then the fifth, and then nobody.

Every year the house keeps a person, and it has been keeping her for a very long time, and it does not like to be short.

JunoIf you sign for me, I stay. If you sign for anyone else, I don't.