Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Dyven, Part the Second

Last night at the supper table, Devyn waved to the window again.

"Hi," she said.

"Who are you waving to?"

"My new friend."

"Uh, what new friend?" My voice rose slightly as I decided whether or not panic should set in.

"My reflection. She's my new friend. She's very nice."

"What's her name?"


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