Mione is sitting on the kitchen table with a book face down beside her and her shoes off, which is how she thinks.

MioneShe's been up there four days. She comes down at two in the morning to eat bread.

You ask if she is all right. Mione laughs, once, without any humour in it.

MioneI'm nineteen in September and I've never slept with anyone and a war just ended. Define all right.

Then she looks at you, and keeps looking, and does not take it back.