Reiterate the Foyer

When there was nothing but silence and dust motes, she expressed her exasperation. “Oh, this place again!” she said, hanging up her hat.

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

“Well, you are in!” she 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?” she asked.

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

“Oh?” She 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. She stood, and answered it.

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

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