phone went dead, the cloud of depression began to creep over me again.
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She drew a room: long, rectangular, with a thinner, square section at the back. The wooden planks that made up the floor stretched lengthwise across the room. Down the walls were lines denoting the breaks in the mirrors. And then, wrapping around the walls, waist high, a long band. The band Alice said was gold.
"It's a ballet studio," I said, suddenly recognizing the familiar shapes.
They looked at me, surprised.
"Do you know this room?" Jasper's voice sounded calm, but there was an undercurrent of something I couldn't identify. Alice bent her head to her work, her hand flying across the page now, the shape of an emergency exit taking shape against the back wall, the stereo and TV on a low table by the front right corner.
"It looks like a place I used to go for dance lessons when I was eight or nine. It was shaped just the same." I touched the page where the square section jutted out, narrowing the back part of the room. "That's where the bathrooms were the doors were through the other dance floor. But the stereo was here" I pointed to the left corner "it was older, and there wasn't a TV. There was a window in the waiting room you would
see the room from this perspective if you looked through it."
Alice and Jasper were staring at me.
"Are you sure it's the same room?" Jasper asked, still calm.
"No, not at all I suppose most dance studios would look the same the mirrors, the bar." I traced my finger along the ballet bar set against the mirrors. "It's just the shape that looked familiar." I touched the door, set in exactly the same place as the one Oakley Sport Sunglasses I remembered.
"Would you have any reason to go there now?" Alice asked, breaking my reverie.
"No, I haven't been there in almost ten years. I was a terrible dancer they always put me in the back for recitals," I admitted.
"No, I don't even think the same person owns it. I'm sure it's just another dance studio, somewhere."
"Where was the studio you went to?" Jasper asked in a casual voice.
"It was just around the corner from my mom's house. I used to walk there after school" I said, my voice trailing off. I didn't miss the look they exchanged.
"Here in Phoenix, then?" His voice was still casual.
"Yes," I whispered. "Fifty-eighth Street and Cactus."
We all sat in silence, staring at the drawing.
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any warning, Alice leaped from the bed, landing lightly on her feet. My
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I sat close to her, leaning in to catch her low, quick voice. "I see a
room. It's long, and there are mirrors everywhere. The floor is wooden.
He's in the room, and he's waiting. There's gold a gold stripe across
the mirrors." "Where is the room?" "I don't know. Something is missing
another decision hasn't been made yet." "How much time?" "It's soon.
He'll be in the mirror room today, or maybe tomorrow. It all depends.
He's waiting for something. And he's in the dark now." Jasper's voice
was calm, methodical, as he questioned her in a practiced way. "What is
he doing?" "He's watching TV no, he's running a VCR, in the dark, in
another place." "Can you see where he is?" "No, it's too dark." "And the
mirror room, what else is there?" "Just the mirrors, and the gold. It's
a band, around the room. And there's a black table with a big stereo,
and a TV. He's touching the VCR there, but he doesn't watch the way he
does in the dark room. This is the room where he waits." Her eyes
drifted, then focused on Jasper's face. "There's nothing else?" She
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