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more at his friend, who was still motionless.
    Mattia became aware of Alice's presence when she rested a hand on the table: the tension broke and a thin layer of liquid spilled over the rim and settled around the base in a dark ring.
    He instinctively looked up and met her gaze.
    "How's it going?" she asked.
    Mattia nodded. "Fine," he said.
    "Do you like the party?"
    "Mmm."
    "Music this loud gives me a headache."
    Alice waited for Mattia to say something. She looked at him and it seemed to her that he wasn't breathing. His eyes were meek and pain-stricken. Like the first time, she suddenly wanted to draw those eyes toward her, to take Mattia's head in her hands and tell him everything would be okay.
    "Will you come into the other room with me?" she ventured.
    Mattia looked at the floor, as if he had been waiting for those very words.
    "Okay," he said.
    Alice headed down the hall and he followed a short distance behind. Mattia, as always, kept his head down and looked in front of him. He noticed that Alice's right leg bent gracefully at the knee, like every other leg in the world, and her foot brushed the floor without a sound. Her left leg, on the other hand, remained stiff. To push it forward she had to make it do a little arc outward. For a fraction of a second her pelvis was unbalanced, as if she were about to topple sideways. At last her left foot touched the ground as well, heavily, like a crutch.
    Mattia concentrated on that gyroscopic rhythm, and without realizing it he synchronized his steps with hers.
    When they got to Viola's room, Alice sidled up next to him and, with a daring that startled even her, closed the door. They were standing, he on the rug and she just off it.
    Why doesn't he say anything? Alice wondered.
    For a moment she wanted to drop the whole thing, to open the door again and leave, to breathe normally.
    But what would I tell Viola? she thought.
    "It's better in here, isn't it?" she said.
    "Yeah," Mattia agreed, nodding. His arms dangled at his sides like a ventriloquist's dummy. With his right index finger he was folding a short, hard bit of skin that stuck out from beside his thumbnail. It was almost like piercing himself with a needle and the sting distracted him for a moment from the charged air in the room.
    Alice sat on Viola's bed, balancing on the edge. The mattress didn't dip beneath her weight. She looked around, searching for something.
    "Why don't you sit down here?" she asked Mattia at last.
    He obeyed, sitting down carefully, about a foot away from her. The music in the living room sounded like the heavy, panting breath of the walls. Alice noticed Mattia's hands, clenched into fists.
    "Is your hand better?" she asked.
    "Nearly," he said.
    "How did you do it?"
    "I cut myself. In the biology lab. By accident."
    "Can I see?"
    Mattia tightened his fists still further. Then he slowly opened his left hand. A furrow, light in shade and perfectly straight, cut it diagonally. Around it, Alice made out scars that were shorter and paler, almost white. They filled the whole of his palm, intersecting like the branches of a leafless tree seen against the light.
    "I've got one too, you know," she said.
    Mattia clenched his fist again and trapped his hand between his legs, as if to hide it. Alice stood up, lifted her sweatshirt slightly, and unbuttoned her jeans. He was seized by panic. He turned his eyes to the floor, but still managed to see Alice's hands folding back the edge of her trousers, revealing a piece of white gauze framed by Scotch tape and, just below it, the top of a pair of pale gray underpants.
    Alice lowered the elastic band a couple of inches and Mattia held his breath.
    "Look," she said.
    A long scar ran along her protruding pelvis bone. It was thick and in relief, and wider than Mattia's. The marks from the stitches, which intersected it perpendicularly and at regular intervals, made it look like the kind of scar children draw on their faces when they dress up as pirates.
    Mattia

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