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They dont see her because shes too smart to get noticed. She knows how to dress and where to stand. She knows how to drift up through the sweating crowds, maybe sticking close to this woman who could be her mother, to that man who could be her father. She knows how to keep her face blank so it doesnt seem as if shes noticing that womans fat little purse or that mans thick wallet bulging inside his jacket. She knows how to look serious and sensible, like a good child.
She is a good child, maybe.
She could be twelve, doesnt know exactly how old she is, doesnt know her real name either, or where she came from. They say she must come from up country but theres no way of finding out for sure since she hasnt got any family.
Baz is watching out for Demi now. Shes the eyes looking for trouble while he does the work, moving through the sea of slow people like an eel. He is so neat, so fast, so quick. See him now, close up to this man, that man, to that lady with the fat bag swinging on her skinny hip and hes nothing more than a shadow. Blink and hes gone. Thats Demi. Sometimes she thinks he must be a wisp of smoke not a boy.