"Is that enough?" Jules asked.
"I won't let you hurt others for me," Jules said. "If you're a barterer, take me instead." the devil inside television show top
People began to come over. The first was Mara, Jules's friend who loved true crime and antique radios. She sat with her face lit bluely and watched as the family on the screen argued about a coin. "They look like they’re voting," Mara said. The coin spun, and for a second every face in the room on the screen wore the same expression: expectant, hungry. Mara touched the brass plate. Her finger left a scorch mark, as if the metal had been briefly hot. Mara laughed and blamed an iron on the radio waves. That night, she dreamed of channels announcing people's names like weather reports. "Is that enough
For a breath, everyone felt their stolen things return like birds coming back to a room. Mara tasted soda on her tongue and cried at the ordinariness of the sensation; a man in the back remembered a childhood song and sang it with a voice like a rusted hinge being oiled. The ledger in Jules's pocket fluttered and then emptied, its ink dissolving into the carpet like raindrops. The first was Mara, Jules's friend who loved