“You mean she might have second sight?”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
Joanna was clearly not enthusiastic about all this secrecy.
“But that doesn’t explain why her father sent a lot of crazy postcards to an
empty cabin in the woods.”
“I admit that is a weak spot.”
“Do you want to tell me where you have been?”
So she did. Sophie told her everything, about the mysterious philosophy course
as well. She made Joanna swear to keep everything secret.
They walked for a long time without speaking. As they approached Clover
Close, Joanna said, “I don’t like it.”
She stopped at Sophie’s gate and turned to go home again.
“Nobody asked you to like it. But philosophy is not a harmless party game. It’s
about who we are and where we come from. Do you think we learn enough about that
at school?”
“Nobody can answer questions like that anyway.”
“Yes, but we don’t even learn to ask them!”
Lunch was on the table when Sophie walked into the kitchen. Nothing was said
about her not having called from Joanna’s.
After lunch Sophie announced that she was going to take a nap. She admitted
she had hardly slept at Joanna’s house, which was not at all unusual at a sleepover.
Before getting into bed she stood in front of the big brass mirror which now
hung on her wall. At first she only saw her own white and exhausted face. But then—
behind her own face, the faintest suggestion of another face seemed to appear. Sophie
took one or two deep breaths. It was no good starting to imagine things.
She studied the sharp contours of her own pale face framed by that impossible
hair which defied any style but nature’s own. But beyond that face was the apparition
of another girl. Suddenly the other girl began to wink frantically with both eyes, as if
to signal that she was really in there on the other side. The apparition lasted only a
few seconds. Then she was gone.
Sophie sat down on the edge of the bed. She had absolutely no doubt that it was
Hilde she had seen in the mirror. She had caught a glimpse of her picture on a school
I.D. in the major’s cabin. It must have been the same girl she had seen in the mirror.
Wasn’t it odd, how she always experienced mysterious things like this when she
was dead tired. It meant that afterward she always had to ask herself whether it really
had happened.
Sophie laid her clothes on the chair and crawled into bed. She fell asleep at once
and had a strangely vivid dream.
She dreamed she was standing in a large garden that sloped down to a red
boathouse. On the dock behind it sat a young fair-haired girl gazing out over the
water. Sophie walked down and sat beside her. But the girl seemed not to notice her.
Sophie introduced herself. “I’m Sophie,” she said. But the other girl could apparently
neither see nor hear her. Suddenly Sophie heard a voice calling, “Hilde!” At once the
girl jumped up from where she was sitting and ran as fast as she could up to the
house. She couldn’t have been deaf or blind after all. A middle-aged man came
striding from the house toward her. He was wearing a khaki uniform and a blue beret.
The girl threw her arms around his neck and he swung her around a few times. Sophie
noticed a little gold crucifix on a chain lying on the dock where the girl had been
sitting. She picked it up and held it in her hand. Then she woke up.
Sophie looked at the clock. She had been asleep for two hours. She sat up in