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She ignores this. She lowers herself into an armchair that sighs under her weight. “I’ve been organizing my archives.” She gestures at the magazines. “Do you know what these are, really?”

I’m here because my mother sent me. “Just check on her, Lucy. She’s your godmother.” What my mother means is: Eleanor was beautiful once, and now she’s strange, and it’s our duty to be kind from a distance. girly mags

I close the bag. I keep walking.

“Here.” She holds out Chic , December 1962. The Christmas issue. On the cover, a woman in a green velvet dress holds a cocktail glass. In the glass’s reflection, tiny and perfect: a horned thing with its tongue out, tasting the rim. She ignores this

“I’m fine, Aunt Eleanor. How are you?” “Do you know what these are, really

“That one’s a respire ,” Eleanor whispers. “Breathes in longing. Feeds on the wanting. The ad says ‘Indulge your desires.’ But the desires aren’t yours after the respire finds you. They belong to it. You just keep buying the perfume, thinking the wanting is your own.”