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Stepping out of the Cow

D sat in the darkened auditorium. At first she liked the feeling of being suspended in darkness, isolated from the rest of the audience. Then she began to feel uncomfortable: unanchored, floating. A door opened, letting a shaft of light briefly stretch from the lit lobby to her own dark seat—a thread, Ariadne’s skein unwinding in the labyrinth. Debbie watched it with longing until the door closed and the thread disappeared. She heard footsteps on the stage. Stage lights sprang on, and Debbie settled back to watch the dancers. Halfway through the show, a troupe of teenage girls came onstage, wearing leotards and tights of various colors. Debbie was amazed to see that one of the girls looked remarkably like Debbie herself. The girl’s hair was short and black, with Debbie’s messy waves. Her build was like Debbie’s as well. And in addition to that was some more elusive resemblance. When the dance ended and the girls hurried offstage, Debbie turned to Sandy and Toby. “Can you believe that?” she whispered. “I told you they’d be good,” Sandy said. “I’m talking about the girl.” Sandy looked puzzled. “The one who looked like me. You didn’t notice? Same height, size, body shape— everything. Her hair, her face.” “Strange,” Sandy whispered, and the room went dark and more dancers trooped onstage. Yes, it was strange. Debbie felt wonderfully engaged now. She watched the rest of the show with renewed interest.