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able to judge the intended meaning of the face. Enquire about the name of the Update and compliment him, because seriously, it works . Nobody turns heads like that anymore.
                  Day’s house is a maze of rooms all leading off one another, creating the illusion of privacy. Every surface is white or neutral. My second sighting is a frustrating glimpse through an internal window, passing in opposite directions. It’s James in profile, but one eye is enough. That’s when the phrase comes to me: Maverick . He must be; I’ve heard the rumour.
                  Eventually I pick the right door, the loft room.
                  “Hello True!”
    It’s t he familiar blond eyes of Day’s mum, their tactful retreat to the highest room in the house. Day’s dad looks back to the TV picture on the wall with a pained expression, that of a trapped animal.
    “Ah, sorry ..I was just looking for someone.” I say, backing away.
    Somebody yelps in my right ear.
                  “I’ve been looking for you too, darlin’!” It’s Seven.
    Seven’s face tightens at something in the loft room. I watch her mouth open, she only has one volume.
                  “What did you... do ? To your... eyes ?”
    James walks towards us and his eyes are black, pure black without a centre, or one big centre, and each one is four or five times the size of a normal eye. He is b eaming, enjoying us as he eases the door to a slit, and peers through. I have dreamed of it since, that bottomless black eye, unblinking against the pale edge of the door.
                  “Made you look.” James whispers, winks. “Party is downstairs, girls.”
    The door clicks shut.
                  “Cry for help?” Day says later, palms out. “What can I say? He’s a head case.”
    Day bristles slightly- he’s supposed to be the star today. He whips out a syringe of Invisicol, and squirts a measure into his glass to whoops of delight. A crowd forms. Seven is demanding answers from anyone who will listen.
                  “Why would you purposefully want to repulse people?”
                  “Attention-seeker? Stand out from the crowd?” I say, and hold out my glass.
                  “But, but, okay - he made us look. But I’d never want to again. Never . He was like some kind of nightmarish, mutated, alien...woodland creature...” she shudders.
                  “It’s just a face.” I laugh and put my arm around her. “Come on, it’s stopped raining, let’s go outside.”
    Truth is, I was kind of elated by this point and I needed moving air. Yes I was drunk, and I wanted to whoop at James and his funny-hysterical shocking eyes. But Seven won’t move from the spot. Here come those two neat parallel lines above her nose, the familiar scowl over expectant eyes.
                  “Tell me: would you ever want to be confronted by someone like that again?”
                  “We confronted him! He was trying to get rid of us, remember?”
    We step outside onto soggy grass, the weak sunshine finds the colours of her party dress. She looks at me, I feel giggly, buzzing even- I can give her that with my face. The same eyes as hers, mine alone need nothing. Only I understand Seven, how much she hates face shocks.
                  “Was he winding us up, do you think?” Seven says
                  “Remember Day telling us about this in class?” I say gently, “It’s calling itself Maverick. You get yourself one crazy feature, or something, so your face looks a bit wrong...”
                  “That is not how a human being is supposed to look. True- this is serious , stop smiling!”
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