Khadija sat on her bed mat, peering into her tiny mirror. She rubbed in a moisturizer with sunscreen, then applied eyeliner, then eyeshadow, then mascara, then powder, then lip gloss. She moved the mirror closer to her face so as to see that all of the applications had been done right. She brushed her long, glossy hair with a small plastic brush. She clipped the hair at the nape of her neck. She changed out of a floral pajama into a yellow pajama. She put her black djellaba over the yellow pajama, the djellaba's silver appliqué muted in her dark, windowless room. She kicked off her plastic shoes and slipped into her sandals. She looked again into the mirror, checking that her hair was still all right. All of this to pass from the inside to the outside, from her private concrete room to the public streets flooded with wolves.