After the awkward moment at the dinner table, Summer was relieved to be in the enclosure of her bedroom. Sitting on the bed with her legs crossed she wondered about the old man and his puppet shop. "Wish he would have been friendly enough to show me his shop!" she pouted and reached for her new cellphone. As she stared at the picture that she had clicked, she recollected having seen Evita's poster inside the puppet shop. Her attention was immediately diverted towards the portrait on the wall and then on the mantelpiece where she kept the printouts.
"I know I saw you..." she said to the portrait and glanced sideways at the window. Tonight wasn't the full moon, yet Summer had a strong feeling that she would encounter the woman from the portrait again. She stared at it for long, wondering h
