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The Chair in the Road
Nina had one job. Get the folding chair to Auntie Pauline at the corner before the band arrived, so Pauline could see without standing the whole time. The text had been short. Knees were bad. Bring the chair. Don't be late.
Notting Hill Carnival had already filled the road. Feathers, speakers, and people with paint on their arms were packed in tight, and the band Nina had hoped to slip past had stopped. A strap on a dancer's costume had snapped. The tall shape of feathers tipped, and a girl in silver boots was holding it up with one hand.
"Excuse me," Nina said. "I just need to get a chair through."
The girl looked close to tears. "Hold this. I can't tie it and hold it."
Nina did not want to hold it. She