“I’ve never heard of her,” Fox says, startling Odessa and I. I glance up at him. “Excuse me?” He shuffles on his feet uncomfortably. “That woman. I’ve never heard her name.” “So?” His arctic blue eyes widen, and he blows another frustrated breath out—which I’ve come to understand means that he’s exhausted by having to explain what he thinks should already be obvious. “I wasn’t in Dyaspora as long as Ashwater. I came forty years ago, but forty years is still a long enough time to hear every story worth telling. I don’t like to share, but I listen. I know all their families’ names, every friend,
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