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Show Inside Out, 42 Did that mean there were others here, nearby? Other dead people, haunting around some of the people here that they had loved? I turned back to the laptop to ask him, and realized my neck was stiff from being bent over my keyboard, realized I had been hunched, staring at the screen, for a very long time. But it had felt like only a few minutes. I didn't want to stop. I looked at my watch-45 minutes until I had to leave, and I still hadn't done any homework. No writing for the portfolio either. Me: Look, you've got to prove to me you're dead. Me: I can't just sit here wondering if I'm making a fool of myself. Me: If you're really dead, then you can talk to my dead mother, right? It took nearly a full minute for him to respond. J: Andli, this is a big place. J: ifs not like we all know each other. J: I don't know her. J: I hardly know anything about you either. J: I don't know how to find her. Me: But I thought you said people were drawn to places and people they used to know. J: Yes. Me: Then wouldn't my mom be near me? Wouldn't you see her? J: If she comes here, to the library, while you're here, I'll see her. Me: So you haven't seen her here? J: No. Not yet A wave of loneliness washed over me. Mom hadn't been near me here? Had she been near me lately at all? What was this other world like? |