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Epilogue
I’m still tingling when Kenji and Winston burst back into the
room.
“So how is this suit supposed to make my life easier?” I
ask anyone who’ll answer.
But Kenji is frozen in place, staring without apology. Opens
his mouth. Closes it. Shoves his hands into his pockets.
Winston steps in. “It’s supposed to help with the touching
issue,” he tells me. “You don’t have to worry about being
covered from head to toe in this unpredictable weather. The
material is designed to keep you cool or keep you warm
based on the temperature. It’s light and breathable so your
skin doesn’t suffocate. It will keep you safe from hurting
someone unintentionally, but offers you the flexibility of
touching someone . . . intentionally, too. If you ever needed
to.”
“That’s amazing.”
He smiles. Big. “You’re welcome.”
I study the suit more closely. Realize something. “But my
hands and feet are totally exposed. How’s that supposed to
—”
“Oh—shoot,” Winston interrupts. “I almost forgot.” He runs
over to the closet and pulls out a pair of flat-heeled black
ankle boots and a pair of black gloves that stop right before
the elbow. He hands them to me. I study the soft leather of
the accessories and marvel at the springy, flexible build of
the boots. I could do ballet and run a mile in these shoes.
“These should fit you,” he says. “They complete the outfit.”
I slip them on and tip up on my toes, luxuriate in the
feeling of my new outfit. I feel invincible. I really wish I had a