Marisol answered. She was older, maybe fifty, with silver-streaked hair pulled into a loose bun and a tattoo of a sparrow on her collarbone. She wore a faded t-shirt that read Protect Trans Joy and smiled like she’d been expecting Lydia her whole life.
“Venus.”
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