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Mirror, Mirror 1:Through the Looking Glass
By Ron Dow75
A ten-year-old in pajamas, carrying a backpack crept up some
stairs. At their top was a hatch door. Easing it open, he shone
his flashlight into the now shadowed filled space. "Now, where
did they put it?"
Coming up into the unfinished area, he said, "Don't tell me they
actually tried to hide it?"
He found it under some old drapes.
Pulling them away, he found the trunk locked. Ellis chuckled.
"If they really didn't want me to see Uncle Glen's secret, they
shouldn't have kept it in a cheap trunk," he said, pulling out a
lock pick and a plastic library card.
It wasn't long before he heard the sprong. "Ha. Did another one.
I'm good."
He raised the lid.
And found a boa, scarves, and a faux fur wrap. "Why be so hush-
hush, family skeleton about junk like this?"
Underneath, he found some blouses, skirts, then dresses, and
gowns. "There's somethin' familiar about this stuff; like I've
seen them on TV or something."
He held up a sequined one-piece. "Show business?"
Sure enough, the next layer had leaflets with pictures on them.
He picked one of them up, "'Female Impersonator Female'?? What is
that supposed to mean?" He looked at the two pictures. One showed
a tall, heavily made-up, and almost beautiful woman in a gown
(yes, that was what he'd seen on TV), and the other showed a
shorter, cute but not beautiful woman in a the one-piece.
He looked at the one-piece. "Uncle Glen was really a girl?? Is
that the secret? Ah, man! Why couldn't it be a secret worth
telling anybody about!"
He tossed the leaflet back into trunk. "Isn't there anything good
in here?" he asked, rummaging through the rest of the things. He
came across something seemed to glow. It was just a mirror.
But it glowed with no light hitting it. And there was something
written on it. 'Beware, witch: Do not look the full moon through
a looking glass!'
"Some stupid magician's trick," he mumbled, pushing it aside.
"Geez! There's nothing else in here but makeup and jewelry and
stuff only a girl would want,' he said, starting to dump the
stuff back in the trunk.
***
Ellis crept back to his room, and closed the door quietly behind
him. Then he yawned. His older brother was still asleep, of
course.
He headed back to bed. "So 'Uncle' Glen was really a woman
pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman, or something
like that. What a freak. Yuck."
He half-threw himself onto his bed. "Well, that's somethin' not
worth knowin'.
"Sheesh! Can you imagine what the guys would say if they found
out? I'm not president of the Girl Haters' Club for nothin'."
He laid back, his hands under his head on the pillow, looking
aimlessly at the darkness. The hand mirror hung by a nail on the
wall seemed to glow. It had to be from the streetlights outside
the bedroom windows.
"Stupid," he frowned at himself. That he would even let
himself...
The streetlights outside blinked off. The mirror still glowed.
He looked at it for a moment.
He got up. "This is so unbelievably stu..." He noticed there was
something on the mirror. As he got closer, he could see it looked
like writing.
'Beware, witch: Do not look the full moon through a looking
glass!'
That did it: He was officially creeped out! He practically ran
from his room.
He couldn't go running off to his 'mommy'! He ran into the
bathroom, turning the light on as he slammed the door shut.
"No! No! Things like this only happen on TV and creep books!" he
panted, fighting back his fright. "None of that stuff scares me.
Ever!"
Shaking a bit, he moved to get a glass of water from the sink.
'Beware, witch: Do not look the full moon through a looking
glass!'
"Aaa!" he screamed, backing away so fast he fell onto the toilet
seat across from it.
"If you don't want me to do it, why are followin' me around, and
makin' sure I can't stop thinkin' of it!"
There was no answer, of course; just that dumb message.
"I know how this game is played!" he told it, talking to boost
his courage. "The guy is driven crazy by all the reminders not to
do something, until he just *has* to. Then! When something bad
happens, it's suppose to be his own fault for not obeying the
warning! Well, it's not going to work on me! You hear me!" he
shouted.
"Ellis? What are you doing in there?" his mom knocked at the
door.
"Uh, er, n... nothing! Just, uh, had a nightmare. You know,
tellin' myself how stupid it is to be worried about something
that can't possibly be real."
"Well, keep it down. You woke me up; you could wake up your
sister, Dinah."
"Uh, right. I'll go back to bed after I, uh, go."
"You sure it was just a nightmare?"
"Sure! What else can it be, ha, ha."
"Alright. G'night, Pumpkin."
"Whew!" He looked at the message in the mirror. "You wouldn't
stick around for anybody else to see you, would you? That's the
way it always works."
He got up off the toilet on shaky legs.
"It's got to be some kinda trick," he told himself.
He stretched out his hand towards it. He reached out,
tentatively. He touched it, and then quickly withdrew his hand.
He tapped the glass. No zap, nor nothin'.
He looked at the letters closely. They weren't written on the
surface; they seemed to float 'inside' the mirror.
That could be an illusion. He cautiously opened the cabinet door,
half expecting something to spring out at him from behind.
There was no booby trap. And as he checked the mirror, there was
no change in the letters. None.
They were still facing him.
They weren't slanting away. "Heh, heh. Good trick. Has to be some
special effect!" he kept telling himself as he swung the door
back and forth, watching the letters remain the same. "It's a
hologram!
"There's no such thing as magic."
Magic? 'Beware, witch: Do not look the full moon through a
looking glass!'
"Witch? What does it mean by 'witch'? I doesn't mean I would have
magic powers, does it?" he wondered, bringing the cabinet door
closer to him.
He caught something in the reflection. He turned his head to the
open bathroom window over the shower-bath.
"Yeah. Of course there'd be a full moon out! I'm cursed, right?!"
he said, pushing the mirror away from the reflection.
But, before he'd gotten very far, he stopped.
"If there's no such thing as magic, why not? I'm cursed anyway,
right?" he chuckled to himself.
"Maybe it'll be fun to be a witch," he said, positioning the
mirror so the moon was dead center.
"Alright, magic mirror, you got me. Now, what are you going to do
now?" he said with a smile.
***
An ear-piercing shriek ripped through the house.
"Ellis! What is it, Ellis!" his mom cried, racing out of her
room.
"Tell him to knock it off!!" his sister yelled from within her
room.
The bathroom door banged open.
There, cowering on the tile, back against the toilet, was a
strange woman in pajamas. She looked up at Mrs. Queen with
piteous, shocked eyes.
"What are you doing in this--"
"Mommy..."
***
An ear-piercing scream ripped through the house.
"Mom!! What's wrong?!! Should I call 911?!!" the fourteen year
old cried, flinging open her door. She pulled her robe off the
back of the door as she left.
"That's not you, is it Ellis?! You're somebody else?! --Aren't
you!!"
Putting on her robe as she sped to the boys' room, she kicked on
it. "Come on, slugbait! Wake up: There's been trouble!"
"You can't be Ellis! How could my little boy, uh, er, um --Grow!"
Dinah gave one final kick at the door. "Shoulda known you'd be
useless!
"Mom... What's the trouble?" she asked from the hall, ready to
run.
"Now, don't cry! Don't cry!" It sounded as if Mom was telling it
to herself, just as much. "Re, remember, y, you're a big boyoo-"
They both started crying.
"What's going on?" Dinah went to the open bathroom door. "Don't
tell me the pustule--"
Mom was down on the floor, holding a strange blonde in boy's
pajamas, and they were crying on each other's shoulders. "Aw,
geez!" she said, feeling like she was intruding. She moved out of
sight.
"There, there," Mom said, patting the woman's rather long curly
hair. "Did, did you look in Uncle Glen's trunk?"
The woman tried to say something, but the tears in her throat got
in the way. She must've just nodded against Mom's shoulder.
"Those, those stories are true?"
Again the woman must have nodded against Mom's shoulder.
"I'll get that father of yours, I swear!"
The woman's crying renewed itself.
"Yes, I know, honey," she went back to petting her. "It should
never have been allowed in the house."
She suddenly became angry. "I should've made *him* take it; let
*him* get cursed...'serve him right for leaving us.... Let's see
how *he* likes being the other woman!"
The woman's crying didn't seem to want to stop.
"Father..." Dinah whispered, as she stood pressed up against the
wall beside the doorway. "Did Dad have a kid we don't know
about??"
***
A sixteen-year-old boy bounced down the stairs early in the
morning. He was on his way to the kitchen through the living
room, when he noticed his mom was asleep in the recliner. She
wasn't making any noises.
But the one on the couch was; it wasn't exactly snoring, but
somebody with a stuffed up nose.
That somebody sounded like it might be a girl.
"It can't be Dinah; she's sleeping in the upstairs hall..." he
said creeping closer. "It doesn't sound like Deana....
"Wow! Whoever she is, she's a looker. I wonder if I might have a
chance with her?" he studied her. "What is she? 18, 17? Maybe she
wouldn't mind goin' out with a sixteen year old."
"Get away from there!"
"What!? I was just lookin'!" he turned to his mother, trying to
up-cline the chair.
"Well, you can't look! You're. You're related!"
"Oh," he said, looking at the sleeping woman again. "Shoot."
"What are *you* doing up so early?! I usually have to use a
cannon to wake you up." She finally got the foot-support down in
place.
"Hey," he shrugged, looking back at his mom as he headed for the
kitchen. "I want to get as much done as I can before school
starts again."
"Figures; you couldn't have that energy for school."
"I get good enough grades," he hurried get as far away as he
could before she started in.
***
March was on his second bowl of cereal, when Dinah's fraternal
twin came in the back door.
"We have company," March told her while he read the back of his
cereal box again.
"Aren't you going to ask about the sleepover?"
"Nope."
"Hmp! That Meagan Carpenter!" Deana said, shedding her coat; she
was wearing a new baby doll.
"So, who's the company?" she said, sitting down at the table.
March shrugged. "Some cousin, or somethin'." He looked up, and
smiled. "She's pretty. Really built!"
"I thought the only relatives we had was Uncle Glen, and the
grandparents?"
"She's not a cousin," Dinah said, coming in. She looked like she
had had a miserable night. "Is there any coffee?"
"You don't drink coffee," Deana said.
Dinah moved to the cupboard were Mom kept the coffee stuff. "I
need something, and it's too early for pop."
"So, what's the big deal?" March asked.
"She's our new sister."
"WHAT!!??" Deana said. "You're kiddin'," March said.
Dinah opened the coffee can, and smelled it. "Ugh. You should've
heard Mom yelling at Dad's answering machine. It didn't make
sense."
She got out a filter. Deana said, "Well, if it didn't make sense,
you must've got it wrong. Dad's never.... Well. He wouldn't have
before!"
"She looks like she might be older'n me," March said.
"Yeah," Dinah said, putting the coffee in the filter. "A kid with
some woman he met before Mom."
"Mom would have a fit!" Deana said. "Why would she let her in the
house?"
"They were crying on each other when I first saw them," Dinah
spilled the coffee when she tried to bring the filter to the
coffee maker.
"Yep: That sounds like Mom. She's a sucker for a sob story,"
March said.
"But that's not the weird part!" Dinah gave up on the coffee; she
turned towards her sibs. "They spent the night talking about
*Ellis*!"
"Ellis?"
March grinned. "Maybe he's *her* half-brother."
"Don't be stupid," Deana said.
"Maybe they switched him and her brother at the hospital."
"Yeah, right," Dinah crossed her arms. "We wouldn't have such
luck."
There was a scream from the living room; Deana and Dinah
responded; March remained at the table, eating.
***
Mom was trying to calm the woman.
"No! No! It can't be real!! Witches and curses don't happ'n in
real life! I can't be a girl!!"
"Whoa..." Deana said, getting her first look at the new woman,
"She's crazy!"
"That's the kind of stuff that was going on last night," Dinah
half-whispered to Deana.
"Maybe I should go back to Meagan's."
"I told you about Uncle Glen's curse, honey."
"You should've told me *before* I looked in it!!"
"Uncle Glen! We're finally going to hear the story," Dinah said.
"She's Uncle Glen's kid!" Deana said.
"So why the histrionics?!" Dinah said. "He's been dead for months
now."
"Maybe she just found out. Maybe she didn't know who her real--"
"That's enough, you two," Mom told them, staring them down.
"Deana--Get dressed!"
The woman looked at Deana, and cried some more. "I don't want to
wear stuff like that!"
Deana looked down at her outfit. It was a strange feeling; this
time it didn't have to do with being 'decent'. Dinah, looking at
her, said, "Weird."
"Now!" Mom told Deana. And she hurried back into the kitchen, the
fastest exit.
"Wah! Uncle Glen wore girls' clothes and jewelry, and makeup and
stuff worse than theirs!!"
"Worse?" Dinah said.
"I have to go to the bathroom again!" the woman whined.
"I'll take you, Pumpkin," Mom said, helping her up. "You know
it'll only be worse if you try and keep it in."
"M-hm," the woman nodded, letting herself be led.
"Where're they going?" Deana asked, coming back in her long coat.
"To the bathroom together, if you can believe that," Dinah said.
"You don't think she's sick, do you?"
"She's some kind of sick."
***
"There's gotta be some way to change you back," his mom told him
in his and March's room. "Uncle Glen wasn't a girl all the time.
Just look at him in women's clothes!"
"How do you know!" Ellis frowned over red eyes. He'd pretty much
gotten over his initial shock. Anger was setting in. "Maybe his
trick wasn't foolin' people into thinkin' he was a girl."
"I told you not to touch them!" she made a slapping motion from
her seat next to his bed. "Drawing attention to them will only
make things worse."
"I can't stand them, them... Dangling! All the time!"
"They're like itches, you've got to learn to leave them alone."
"Hmp!" he snorted, putting his hands in his armpits while leaning
back against his headboard. "Why do I have to get heavy ones."
"They're not heavy. You're just not used to them, yet."
"I don't want to get use to them. I want them off!!"
"Don't talk like that! I won't have you mutilate--"
"Mutilate!? You don't call this mutilated??!"
"No! You might not appreciate it, right now, but you're a very
pretty young woman. And nobody's going--"
"I'm not a woman! I'm *not*! I'm *not*!" he kicked his new long
legs, shoving his hands deeper into his pits. Disgusted, he took
his hands out. "I thought they were only in the front!"
"They're not. Honey, for your own sanity, you've got to..." while
she was talking, Ellis wiggled around on the bed.
"They're like somebody sewed pillows under her butt!" he said,
finally standing it no longer, and getting up off them.
"You'll get use to them!"
"Like Uncle Glen did!? No way!"
"Uncle Glen's story isn't as simple as that."
"Yeah, right. You know all the details except how I can become me
again!" he said, pacing away from her.
"Actually, your father never said much about--"
"Do they have to bounce!? Does *everything* have to wiggle and
jiggle on me!" he stopped in the middle of the room, and stomped
in frustration.
"I see, I'm going to have to give you lessons."
"Lessons!? --On How to be a Girl!!?"
"Either that, or watch you drive yourself crazy! Or *worse*."
"Worse!?"
"Yes: Like watch you drive *everybody* else crazy!"
***
A loud, but muffled argument went on the other side of the boys'
room door. A now dressed Deana had her ear up against it.
Still in her robe, Dinah appeared from the bathroom, toweling her
hair dry. "Anything interesting?"
"Stuff about butts, and boobs, I think; and how to be a girl.
Strange."
"I know," Dinah said, putting the towel around her neck. "You
should've heard the stuff they talked about last night: Crazy
stuff!"
"What kinda girl is she!?"
"A witch," Dinah said, moving towards their room.
"A what??" Deana asked, following her.
"That's what she said. She's a girl, 'cause witches have got to
be girls."
"What does *that* mean?!"
Dinah shrugged her shoulders. "You ever heard of a male witch?"
she said, entering their room.
"Sure: Warlocks, and, uh, sorcerers, and the like."
"Yeah, on TV. But whatever you call them, they're not witches,
and the mirror clearly said witches." She tossed the towel in the
hamper.
"Mirror?"
"You know, like in magic mirror. Snow White, and the like." She
went into the walk-in closet.
"What??! This is way beyond strange. This is stupid." Deana said
from outside.
"Just tellin' you what I heard between the hysterics."
"And Mom is humoring her??"
"Humoring her?!" Then, Dinah stuck her head out, "Mom is Mother
Goose!"
***
Carol Queen quietly closed the bedroom door behind her. She was
spent.
"Mom?"
"*What* is it?!" she almost snapped.
"Uh, is, uh, she going to stay in the boys' room?" Deana asked.
"For the time being. March can move into the, I don't know, the
den."
"What about Ellis?"
"I don't want to talk about Ellis, right now. It's been just too
rough," she said, wondering away to her own room. She realized
she hadn't dressed yet. She doubted she could face a shower,
though she probably needed one.
"What about Ellis?" Dinah asked, coming up behind her younger
sister, wearing a skirt, and buttoning a blouse she'd borrowed
from her. "They talked about Ellis a lot. She seemed to know all
about the twerp."
"But now he's missing."
***
"You say she's a winner?" Munro said, backing up March in the
driveway game.
Premium!" March said, trying to get the ball away from Adam.
Adam was better. "Man! Too bad you're related," he said, getting
by him and shooting.
It bounced off the hoop over the garage door next to.
But Quin got it. "You can still look!"
"You bet!" March said.
Almost missing the pass, Adams said, "If it was me, I'd do more
than just look."
"Yeah!" Munro said, stepping forward to match Adam. "Long as
she's willing, nobody's going to really do anything!"
Adam tried for the three-pointer. "She's old enough, isn't she? I
mean, she's not no jail bait."
March got the ball when it ricocheted practically to him. "Yeah:
I think she's older than me!"
"That could be a problem," Munro tried to block Quin.
"You never know till you get shot down," Adam said, taking the
ball away from March.
"Shut up! Shut up!! Stop talkin' about me!!" a female voice from
above yelled.
"Is that her?" Munro asked, staring up at the woman leaning out
the window above them.
"You were right," Quin said.
"Look at the size of 'er..." Adam said. "C's!"
"Think they're real?"
"Who cares," Adam said.
"I told you to shut up!! Shut up!! Shut up!!" she screamed. She
threw something at them.
Something small. "What is that?"
"A firecracker?" March said.
Before they could do more than start their runs --BANG!
"That was a firecracker?" Munro asked; their sides that'd faced
the blast were blackened and frayed.
"What did you say?" Quin asked, putting his hand up to his ear.
"That is one cold woman," Adam said, looking up at the now empty
window.
March just stood there, shaking his head.
***
"What happened?!!" Deana yelled down from another window.
The half-blasted boys outside just pointed up.
At the boys' room. That woman's room!
***
"Mom!" Dinah whispered as loudly as she dared, rapping on her
mom's bedroom door. "Mom!"
"What?! What happened, now!" she opened the door, closing her
frilly robe; she had on a blouse on underneath, but her pants
were still on the bed.
"She's got *ex*plosives!" Dinah wanted to yell.
"And just when I thought I could get a break!" Carol said, tying
the sash as she hurried from the room.
She hustled down the hall, followed by Dinah. "I *told* him to
get rid of those firecrackers!"
Deana was half-hiding behind her door. "She's dangerous!" she
accused.
"Anybody hurt?" Carol asked, even as she opened the boys' door.
She found the girl cowering beside the window; by her eyes, she
was in another trauma.
The strange girl looked up at her with blank eyes, "I, I zapped
them." She held up an empty hand. "I really am a witch."
***
"Zapped us!? --She threw a firecracker at us!!" March said. Munro
agreed. "You can still see the mark," he said, pointing to ground
zero.
"What kind of firecracker does this?" Dinah asked, wiping a
finger over her brother's arm, and coming back with black soot.
"A cherry bomb?" March asked.
"And what do you know about cherry bombs?" his mom asked,
frowning.
"Hey! We're the ones that got bombs thrown at them!"
"Just tell me one thing: Does Ellis have any firecrackers stashed
away?" Mom demanded.
"You think she found his?" Deana asked.
"No way! I got put on the short end of his stick too often" I've
searched our room a dozen times!" March said. "She brought her
own!"
Her knees weak, Mom sat down on the grocery-setter by the back
door. "He really did zap."
Dinah nudged Deana.
***
"You hear?" Dinah asked Deana in the kitchen.
"Mom thinks she's a witch, too!"
"No: She called her "Him".
"She said "He"."
"Why are you playing word games with me!" Dinah bounced in place
in frustration.
"I'm supposed to take any of this serious?"
"You are, when Mom's been replaced by a pod."
"Get real! Mom's just going through her second childhood, 'cause
of the separation."
"And you don't think Mom's having a nervous breakdown isn't
serious?"
"What can we do about it?"
"We can get that woman out of the house!"
"She's *got* bombs! -And who knows *What* else!"
"There's *got* to be something." Dinah vowed.
***
"Fire! Fire!" March yelled from upstairs.
The females joined the naked but robed boy (his face still
smudged) at the open door of the boys' room.
There was the woman, shocked again as she stood over a white
dusted, charred magazine with a fire extinguisher.
"Wha... what now?" Carol clasped her throbbing forehead.
She looked at the fire extinguisher in her hands.
"It came out of nowhere. Like the, the fire; poof."
Deana bent her back, and looked at the fire extinguisher still in
the upstairs hall.
"Hey! Isn't that one of my 'zines!?" March cried.
"I, I zapped it."
"Why were you looking at it!?" he yelled.
"I wanted to see what a naked lady looked like."
"You wanted to see..." Deana wondered.
"There she goes again," Dinah said.
"Enough, girls!" Mom said to just those two. "Under the
circumstances, I can understand why he did that. --But why did
you do that?!" she turned to the woman, motioning to the mess on
and surrounding March's bed.
The woman backed away from it all, dropping the extinguisher. "I
couldn't stand what I saw! It was just too gross." When the back
of her legs bumped against Ellis' bed, she buckled, and fell,
plopping on it.
***
"You heard her." Dinah said conspiratorially in their bedroom.
"She gets bummed out by naked women," Deana shrugged.
"You don't think that's weird?!"
"Of course it's weird; everything about her is weird."
"This is our chance!"
"Are you nuts! Not only does she throw bombs, she's a pyro!"
"Quiet! You want her to hear you?"
"I'm going back to Meagan's."
"Fine! Leave Mom in that anarchist's hands. Desert the sinking
house."
"Fine: I will."
But Dinah caught her arm before she got away. "I've got a plan."
***
March, still robed, but now clean, was coming out of his room
with a change of clothes, when he heard a cry from the girls'
room. "WHAT!!?"
***
There was a knock on the door. "Go away!!" the strange new woman
cried.
But they didn't go away; they opened the door. A scared,
blushing, grossed-out Deana was pushed through. She was wearing
the nightshift she'd had on earlier.
And behind her, pushing, came a determined Dinah in a floral
teddy.
"What're you doing in my room!?" the woman yelled, getting up off
of Ellis' bed to confront them.
Dinah prodded Deana on the back. "We think, your zaps, are
exciting," her sister said deadpan even as she hugged herself,
wanting to cover more of herself.
"We've never met a woman like you before."
"Hunh?? Oh! I get it: You want to be witches, too." She scowled
at them.
"No!" Dinah said, moving towards her on twitching legs. "It's
*you* we're interested in. You're giving us thoughts we never had
before," she waved behind her back at Deana.
"You're the most, beautiful woman, in the whole world," she said,
stuck in her tracks.
Dinah moved back to her sister, and grabbed her by a wrist. "It's
true!" she said, pulling her along. "We've given up on boys; none
of 'em are like you!" Deana was starting to feel quite sick.
Dinah whipsawed her non-twin twin around, and shoved her at the
spooky woman wearing what looked like boy's jamas.
Deana opened her mouth, but her line wouldn't come out. Dinah
glared at her.
"Let us be your girlfriends!" Dinah said moving in on the woman.
"Show us what it's like to love a woman."
"What!!??" the young relative cried, appalled, as the two jerks
closed in on him.
Sprong!
The sisters were thrown halfway across the room, where, though
trying to keep on their feet, they fell the rest of the way.
Sitting up in the open closet, Deana waved a fist at the weirdo.
"You could've just said no!!"
Pushing a coat out of her face, she stopped and blinked.
Lying on the floor in front of the woman were two boxing gloves
on the end of springs.
"She's no witch: She's a Cartoon!!"
An anvil crashed down through the floor between the feet of the
two sisters.
***
"MO-O-O-M!!"
"What *now*!" Carol said, already on her way to the stairs.
Rushing down were two of her daughters, in sleepwear!
"MOM! That woman's dropping anvils on us!" Dinah cried.
"Real anvils! Outa nowhere!" Deana agreed, close on her heels.
"Deana made the witch mad!"
"*I* made her mad!!? Whose dumb idea was-"
"Enough! I've had enough!!" Mom cried, thoroughly frazzled as she
pushed past the two, and climbed the steps.
"Ellis! Ellis!! Answer me!!"
"Ellis?" the sisters looked at each other.
"Ellis!!!"
"Yes?" the woman reluctantly showed herself at the top of the
stairs.
"Get your coat on! We're going to see your no-good father! He's
finally going to tell us the story on Uncle Glen!"
"Her name is Alice, right?" Dinah asked. Deana shrugged.
***
The sisters, now in coats, too, watched the woman slump down the
stairs towards their mother, waiting by the front door in hers.
"I don't want to be outside. I don't want ever want anybody to
see me." The woman still protested.
"Maybe Dad 'll be able to give us some ideas on how to change you
back." She said to the woman who'd stopped near the bottom of the
stairs, reluctant to move any further.
"-And even if we can't, there are far worse things to be than a
girl. Do you think *I*'m cursed for being a woman? (Though, Lord
knows, at the moment, I feel like I am.)
"Look at your sisters." The woman looked at them.
"Never mind. At least you're a witch; that's something the rest
of us can only be accused of."
She opened the door. "March!" she ordered, pointing the way out.
Muttering to herself, the woman shuffled towards the door. "I'm a
cartoon. A joke. Firecrackers... *Anvils* for Cripe's sake...
start fires...."
"Should runaway." the woman said at the threshold. "I could hurt
somebody."
"We'll talk about your running away *after* we have a talk with
your father." Mom kept her finger up and pointed out the door.
The woman hesitated. That was the world out there. A world that
was going to find out he was a-
Mom moved him forward.
He was a boy again. He was Ellis Queen: Ten-year-old, hating-
girls-even-more, boy!!
"YiPEEE!!! The curse is over: I'm me again!! I'm a boy again!! I
don't have to be a girl!"
The three females just stared in wonder, dumbstruck by the blink-
of-an-eye disappearance of the new woman.
Ellis ran back into the house, and saw the mirror in the entry.
He rushed to it to see himself again.
What he saw was the return of the woman.
Four ear-piercing female screams ripped out of the house and
filled the neighborhood.
The End
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