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"
Yes
,
I
can
,
actually
.
"
"
I
’
ll
come
for
you
soon
.
"
"
I
’
ll
be
waiting
.
"
As
soon
as
the
phone
went
dead
,
the
cloud
of
depression
began
to
creep
over
me
again
.
I
turned
to
give
the
phone
back
to
Alice
and
found
her
and
Jasper
bent
over
the
table
,
where
Alice
was
sketching
on
a
piece
of
hotel
stationery
.
I
leaned
on
the
back
of
the
couch
,
looking
over
her
shoulder
.
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
.
