The People in the Mirror (15 page)

  “Thank me? For what?”

  “For teaching an old dog a new trick, that is, not to be judgmental. Your uncle used to come in here and steal right under my eyes. He was actually very bad at it. But I was afraid of him, and instead of facing my fear, I let my prejudice include you. Which was wrong.

  “Both of your mothers were in here together today, giggling like school girls. They were so cute! Then Nikki, your Mom told me about Mitch’s bravery and, well, I was hoping he would come in soon so that I could clear my conscience. Even my son Alex tried to get me to change my opinion of you, Mitch. He told me a long time ago that you were smart and kind. But I had my own lessons to learn, and you’ve helped me learn them. More cheesecake?”

  By the time we got home my appetite for dinner was ruined. I said good night to Mitch and watched him as he walked down the hall. After all, we were now
both
high school students, and we had homework to do.

  Mom was playing some raucous modern piece of music, the kind that one couldn’t tell if she was hitting wrong notes or not, but she appeared to be contented doing it. I grinned and waved as I passed the baby grand on my way to my room. In my closet the hole of the two-way mirror-door between the two apartments had been sheet-rocked.

  I felt a little sorry that there was no longer this doorway to and from Mitch’s apartment. I never got to appreciate it while it existed, and now it was gone. My closet was a mess, the workmen would obviously be spending the next day finishing their work, because they’d left the huge, heavy, smoky, antique mirror laying on the floor. I stood over the mirror, looking down into it.

  No more ghosts, I thought. But even as I watched, the raucous music Mom played faded into the background, and although I could still hear it faintly, the Blue Danube became louder and louder, swelling to the very walls of the closet. There in the mirror materialized a fabulous velvet draped ballroom, sconces of candles on the walls, candles on the tables and on the grand piano, creating an eggshell glow, warm and inviting.

  Swirling to the lilting melody danced a roomful of women in billowing gowns and men in formal attire such as I had never seen, all dancing around and around, faster and faster in the smoky glow.

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  I hope you’ve enjoyed THE PEOPLE IN THE MIRROR. Please
let me know if you would like to read more about Nikki and Mitch. In the meantime, Sage hopes you’ll read her story in CANYON ROAD.

Until we meet again,

Thea

From – CANYON ROAD:

Chapter 1

Sage hated driving the limo on the Canyon Road at night, it was unwieldy on the sinuous road. She heard the echo of motorcycles behind her and hoped she’d be in her driveway before they caught up to her, but just then the cycles came roaring over the hill.

She slowed. She didn’t want them to see where she lived. The motorcycles surrounded her, the drivers jeering and taunting. “Hey, guys! Look at that gorgeous babe!” A sandpaper voice shouted beside her as she pushed the button to roll the window up.

Sage’s hands perspired in her black driving gloves, but she refused to stop, though they had slowed her to a crawl.

“She’s mine!” The abrasive voice close to her went on. “First dibs.”

“Cool it, Dutch! We ain’t into that,” a huge bulk shouted from the other side of the limo. “We just wanna teach these sorts they don’t own the roads.”

“Aww, come on Bull-Man, let me have me fun!”

Sage couldn’t see through the mass of high-beam head-lights as they circled her, and she suddenly felt the car slipping – the motorcycle gang was guiding her into the ditch! She slammed on the brakes and heard a thud and a curse as one of them drove into her from behind.

“What’s the matter?”

“She doesn’t want to go into the ditch,” Bull-Man said. “She wants to keep taking up the whole road.  We just might have to push her.”

“Hey – a car’s coming!” one of them shouted.

“Clear out!” Bull-Man commanded. 

They roared around her and continued on down the road as if they’d only smiled and waved as they passed.

Sage gripped the steering wheel, shaking to her core, sweat on her brow, yet numb with cold. As the roar of the motorcycles faded, the clatter of a sports car came up behind.

She tried to back the limo away from the edge of the ditch, although its back end already straddled the road. She realized she was forced with the decision whether to roll into the ditch or stay put and perhaps get broad-sided. Ditch, she decided, which would avoid hurting someone else.

The approaching car coughed and sneezed as it crested the hill behind her. He wasn’t coming too fast – she’d sit tight.

She turned and watched the dark hilltop.

*     *

  Michael missed his country life. Especially today he’d ached to see the moon in an open sky, stars brightly twinkling without the dimming, dulling city lights. He wanted to feel the wind through his hair, as if his very thoughts could be cleared out though the strands of his hair. He’d gotten out his vintage MGB and drove to the Canyon Road, escaping his city routine for just a couple hours. But instead of peace of mind, the MGA gave him no end of trouble on these hills. He’d have to rebuild the carburetor – again!

He crested the hill, wondering if the car would even get him home, when he saw in the darkness a white limousine stretched across the road like a beached, albino whale.

Michael slowed. He coasted slowly toward the limo then stopped thirty feet away, and flashed his high beams at the car. The limo flashed its high beams. He rolled a little closer, cautious, unable to see through the tinted glass.

Michael pulled over onto the shoulder. He walked around the limo, then knocked on the driver’s-side window, telling himself this was not a smart thing to do.

The window rolled down a small crack.

“What’s going on?” He still couldn’t see the driver.

“Oh... the motorcycles, and the ditch...” a woman’s voice whispered.

“The motorcycles, the ditch... well, that’s clear. What’s the idea?” Michael gestured broadly in imitation of the limo stretched across the road. “Are you a suicidal chauffeur?”

“No. I’m not... I’m... ahhh....”

Michael felt his frustration rising. Just a couple hours of peace and quiet, just a simple drive in the country – was that too much to ask? “Do you suppose you could roll the window down a bit? Maybe that would help us approach something resembling conversation.”

There was a pause.

“I’m... afraid,” a quivering voice answered.

Michael melted. “Don’t be afraid, I’m going to help you. Your car is in a dangerous position. If someone with a car that can actually get over that hill comes up on you, it could be....”

“Yes, yes, you’re right,” the voice from inside said. The window hummed down.

Michael was unprepared for the stunning features of the anonymous woman faintly revealed in the hollow darkness of the quarter moon light. Dazzling white blonde hair escaped from a black silk scarf wrapped tightly about her alabaster face. Huge pale blue eyes checked him out with mistrust, but softened, taking in his tousled brown hair, the studious horn-rimmed glasses.

“I’m trapped,” Sage said. “When I let go of the brake to give it gas, it rolls farther into the ditch. I’m afraid to try again. I’m going to roll nose first in the ditch. I’m so shaky now, I don’t know which end is up.”

“No, no nose first for you. Put on the emergency and get out.”

“Get out?”

“Yes. If it does go nose first, no point in both of us going with it.”

“I see, yes.” Sage pulled on the emergency brake and got out. Her knees buckled. She grabbed the door. Michael reached out and steadied her.

“Sorry,” Sage apologized. “I was really frightened. I’m usually tougher.”

“Just be calm.” Michael led her to his MGA and gave her a hand into the passenger seat.

He went back to the limo, put it in reverse, revved the engine and popped off the emergency brake. Throwing gravel, he pulled the limo back onto the road. That was too easy, he thought. What’s this woman doing driving a limo if she doesn’t know how? She must have gotten the job with her looks.

Well, it was none of his business. If his personal philosophy held up, it just meant he’d done a good deed and now his car should at least get him home. He pulled the limo onto the shoulder and walked back to the MGA.

“Do you think you can drive now?”

“I don’t think I’ll drive for a month!” Sage said.

“Hmmm...” Michael said, wondering about the extent of this good-deed-of-the-evening. “Well....”

“Oh! I see what you’re saying,” Sage smiled up at him. What a smile! “But this is my driveway right here. Do you think you could drive it up to the house?”

Michael let his eyes wander up the three-quarter mile long drive. “Well, sure. Okay.”

“Will it cause any problems if I leave my car here at the edge of the drive?”

“Problems? Why would it cause problems? It’ll cause problems if you don’t and someone runs into it.”

“Right. I just meant, if anyone else was coming into the driveway and my car is sitting in the way.”

“No one’s coming at this hour.”

“Good.” Michael escorted Sage to the passenger side of the limo, pulled it into the drive, then went back and parked his MGB at the end of the drive. Then he climbed back in the limo and drove it up the curving road to the unlighted mansion on the black hillside.

They said nothing on the way.

“Where shall I park this beast?” Michael finally said when they came to the front door.

“Right here is fine. Beast is right – I hate this thing!”

He turned off the engine and handed Sage the keys.

“Thank you so much!” Sage said, sounding much more relaxed relax. “I’m awfully lucky you came along. I think you saved my life!”

“Oh, I doubt it, things weren’t that out of control.”

“If you’d been there five minutes earlier, you wouldn’t be saying that.”

“There’s more to the story?”

“Yes. Believe me, yes!” Sage abruptly changed the subject, “I feel like I’ve got to have some warm milk. Would you like some coffee, or something?”

“Actually, yes, I’d appreciate that very much.”

They got out and walked to the front door. Sage unlocked it and they walked in. This chauffeur has privileges, Michael thought.

“Do you want to keep me company in the kitchen, or do you want to sit out here in the living room alone?”

“Since you put it that way, I want to keep you company, of course.”

“Good.”

They walked through a long hall with small night-lights that lit up along the baseboard as they approached. Michael could not make out much, blindly following the swish of black silk in front of him.

They came into an open space, and as they did so, blinding white light flooded the kitchen. Michael squinted in the glare of lights and the reflection of lights off exotic pots and pans hanging from a network of brass, and the light gleaming from what looked like acres of white ceramic tiles.

Sage flung her black silk scarf and the floor-length black silk cape onto a chair exposing herself in a strapless, floor-length, form-fitting royal blue velvet dress, white blonde waves of hair cascading down her bare back.

Michael stifled a gasp, glad that Sage had her back to him as she fussed with a pan, and didn’t notice his reaction.

“I hope you don’t mind instant coffee. I’m just going to put water on and I’ll be right back.” She put the water on and kicked off her four-inch royal blue heels in one movement. Picking up her shoes, she waved at Michael with them as she bolted from the kitchen.

In her wake the black silk cape fell deftly to the floor. Michael walked over, picked it up and, with a behavior he would never expect of himself, buried his face in its dark softness, into a heady fragrance. He felt himself as shaky as this woman had been the moment he met her. But his reasons were quite different....

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