[ Reaching across the table, over her breakfast plate, Kimiko plucks up her little Nokia-like phone — considers it, his name and number sitting in there with an empty chat window. Tree, Amos. Something flutters in her chest, a consideration. What would she even say to him? Words don't come easy to her in the best of circumstances. Her throat feels like an unswept chimney; all she can offer is smoke.
She puts her phone back down without opening it. Goes back to her cereal.
Later that day, she texts Furiosa. ]
Murder across the hall. Enforcers have blocked off the entire floor. You should stay at your boyfriend's tonight.
[ Kimiko will... figure something out, vis-a-vis her own sleeping arrangements. ]
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She puts her phone back down without opening it. Goes back to her cereal.
Later that day, she texts Furiosa. ]
Murder across the hall.
Enforcers have blocked off the entire floor.
You should stay at your boyfriend's tonight.
[ Kimiko will... figure something out, vis-a-vis her own sleeping arrangements. ]