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Show living room. She stared out the window at the fog from the ocean rolling over the foothills. She missed her mother and her room and Woogie and wondered if having been gone four days had finally convinced Woogie that she wouldn't be coming back at all. Muffled laughing and giggling from the hall made her feel even more alone. The one comfort she had was her stereo. Sometimes she thought that if it weren't for music, she would she would lie right down and die. Reaching down to a stack of cassettes lying on the floor, she picked up her favorite, "All My Yesterdays." It was a collection of romantic ballads, a kind of musical security blanket she played when she was feeling sorry for herself. She pushed the tape into her stereo and listened as the sad melody filled the room. The quiet, floating notes of the guitar soothed her loneliness. With the aching sweetness of the music she finally relaxed, letting her eyes drift over the drab walls. Suddenly, her body froze. Two eyes, dark and piercing, stared down at her through a crack in the washroom door. Not knowing what to do, and too scared to move, she lay motionless, her eyes fixed on a square of peeling paint on the wall above the dresser. She gazed deliberately at the curling paint for a minute more when the hall door flew 40 |