The Foyer

“Oh, this place again!” Luda said, hanging up her hat. The coat rack was consumed so completely, she wondered if there was one under there at all. What material could hold up so many coats and hats and scarves?

“Oh, hello! Do you know the way in?” Luda jumped, as the coats parted and a young woman emerged.

“Well, you are in!” Luda exclaimed.

“No, no, I’m on my way out!” The girl reached for the door, twisted the handle, and stepped out. “I don’t know how to start a visit, only how to end it.”

“Really?” Luda asked.

“Oh yes, really. Say, could you hand me my hat and my coat. Those two, there!” The mystery girl directed. Luda complied, happily. “I only know the first line, you know. The first and the finish.”

“Oh?” Luda sat on the bench, looking out the door way, untying her shoes. “How does it start?”

“Why, like this!” and the girl shut the door. After a moment, there was a knock. Luda stood, and answered it.

“Hello!” the girl said. “I’m Seven. May I come in?”

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