비평

"A second mouth" earns the chapter its keep — it turns Marguerite from obstacle into ecology, and the multiplication into "why not a dozen" is the right kind of dread, structural rather than sentimental. But I'd push on the closing image: "thin, held at a distance" is a precise diagnosis of the narrator's numbness, yet the essay-like clarity of naming it (*the debit from last night, still open*) does some of the feeling's work for us — I want the thinness itself dramatized, a small failed gesture toward Number 12 rather than a stated refusal to move.