The White Rose
“Eleven I WAKE UP SOMETIME IN THE EARLY HOURS OF THE MORNING, to the sound of murmured voices.
“. . . was an accident,” Ash is saying. “She wasn’t even supposed to be in that wing of the palace.”
“So when did you know?” Rye asks.
“I’m not sure,” Ash says. “It’s hard to explain. But once I saw her, I couldn’t . . . unsee her. If that makes sense. We don’t look at them, you know? The surrogates. But suddenly, she was a person, this smart, beautiful girl who was treated so badly. You should hear he...r play the cello, Rye—it’s like being transported to another world. She made me feel human again. She made me want things I thought weren’t meant for me.”
“It must make a nice change, being with someone your own age who isn’t a House Girl,” Rye snorts.
“Don’t be glib,” Ash says. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“You haven’t seen me in months,” Rye retorts. “You don’t know what suits me now.”
“Dosing yourself with blue? Is that who you are?”MoreLess
“. . . was an accident,” Ash is saying. “She wasn’t even supposed to be in that wing of the palace.”
“So when did you know?” Rye asks.
“I’m not sure,” Ash says. “It’s hard to explain. But once I saw her, I couldn’t . . . unsee her. If that makes sense. We don’t look at them, you know? The surrogates. But suddenly, she was a person, this smart, beautiful girl who was treated so badly. You should hear he...r play the cello, Rye—it’s like being transported to another world. She made me feel human again. She made me want things I thought weren’t meant for me.”
“It must make a nice change, being with someone your own age who isn’t a House Girl,” Rye snorts.
“Don’t be glib,” Ash says. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“You haven’t seen me in months,” Rye retorts. “You don’t know what suits me now.”
“Dosing yourself with blue? Is that who you are?”MoreLess
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