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He looked at her. She looked at the ducks.

Freya set down her glass and turned, bending at the waist until her palms rested on the cool stainless steel. Her mother’s hand slid up the back of her thigh, a quick, utilitarian touch. Checking for what, Freya no longer wondered. Cleanliness? Readiness? It didn’t matter. The rule was the rule: any family member, any guest of the family, any designated adult in the household hierarchy, could use her body for any momentary, non-injurious purpose. No explanation required. No refusal permitted.

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“Thank you,” he said, and walked away.

Because that was the rule. And Freya Parker had never broken a rule in her life. He looked at her

Freya sat down on the bench. The ducks had not noticed anything at all.

“Bend over the bench,” he said. “Face the pond. I’ll only be a minute.” Her mother’s hand slid up the back of

Freya finished her juice. The pulp stuck to her teeth. She didn’t brush it away.