Chapter Nine
My True Mistress
Not even in my dreams can I find sanctuary. I fall, out of control, pursued by Mr. Rose, Mr. Lange, Debra, Philip, even Bree. They stretch out their arms, fingers extended, trying to capture me. Or do they seek to prevent me from falling any further? Suddenly, coming up from below is Red Silk. I slam in to her arms, sure I will break them, but she hangs on to me. We hover, motionless, as Red Silk struggles to carry me back up.
“I can’t do this alone,” she says. “I need help.”
The world of light presses down on my closed eyes. I moan but am unable to speak. I try to move my arms and legs without success. The light crowds in and I open my eyes.
I’m in my old preparation room. Red Silk hovers on the edge of my focus, a faint, acrid tang about her, different
