CHAPTER FOUR

“I KNOW YOU’RE IN there.” I don’t know why I said that. Stupido! What else was there to say, though?

“I’m glad you decided to talk to me.”

If I hadn’t already just gone, I would have wet Calvin on the spot. She spoke. To me. With my own voice, only not out loud. It was more like in my head. It’s lucky I wasn’t an old-fashioned Southern belle like in Gone with the Wind. I’d have come down with the vapors, sure as my name wasn’t Scarlett O’Hara, girlfriend. I came close enough as it was. My knees turned to Cheez-Whiz and I had to grab the sink to stay up. I don’t know what I expected her to say. “Take me to your leader,” I suppose, or, “We’ve got you surrounded. Surrender, earthling.” I guess I didn’t expect her to say anything because I didn’t really expect there to be a person in the mirror. Now what was I going to do? I had sure enough confronted my fear and here it was, gabbing at me like we were both in the same gym class.

I did the dumb thing.

I spoke to her.