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The two women looked at each other through the glass. Both wary.
“Oh, it’s you,” Carla said as she opened the door, “the lady who lives in the log cabin without plumbing or electricity.” Not a Jehovah’s Witness. Not someone from social services.
“Sorry to bother you at dinner time,” Del said, still breathless from the fast walk.
Carla stepped back and motioned Del inside. “For a minute, I thought you were God.”
Del hesitated. The woman must be on something.
Carla opened the door further. “Come on in by the stove. I’ve always wondered about you, how you wash all that long hair without indoor plumbing for one thing. We call you Mystery Lady 2. What we really wonder is why you or the first lady ...”
“Sally—the woman I’m renting the cabin from ...”
“... would want to go out in your yard to pump your water, use kerosene lamps? We used to think the lady—the woman you’re renting from—might be one of the sixties radicals. You know: living there off the grid because she was undercover, but when you, a respectable school teacher, moved in, we figured we were wrong about that.”
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Del followed the woman back through the dark hallway into the warm kitchen.
“Oh,” Del said, stopping in the doorway, surprised by a hair curler that floated in the air a few feet over the sink, two pink plastic prongs stabbed through the bristles and wire. Her scalp winced with the memory. A few inches above the curler hovered a carved bird—a swallow, its dark, burnished wings banked for a dive. Then she saw they were fastened to long strings attached to the beam. She gave the delicate branched tail of the bird a small push; she couldn’t resist. The swallow’s shadow glided across the back wall.
“How lovely,” Del said, reaching up again to run her finger along the gleaming wing.
“Yeah,” the woman said and then switched her finger back and forth, indicating the two objects floating above her head. “This and that. Something I’ve been thinking about.”
Del waited for more words that would give some clue as to what on earth she meant, but instead the woman smiled and said, “I’m Carla. Carla Morletti.”
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