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Illustrations by Jordan SondlerA young girl stands in Ellen’s front yard, snapping the heads off daisies. Ellen has not planted these daisies—they were there when she and her husband moved in—and so she feels no loyalty toward them. She is more interested in the girl, who is tall and whippet-thin, her pale blonde hair hanging like silk down her back. Ellen goes outside. It’s October and the temperature is already turning against her. She suspects...