In my dream, everyone talks except me. It’s a party, and I’m sur- rounded by voices. I listen. I smile. I nod. No one is actuallyspeaking to me. But still—I want to pretend I’m a part o it.Faces spin by in a blur. More people now, and still more. Theylaugh, tease, point ngers. Their talk becomes a meteor shower o sound, the words coming too ast and hard to understand.And maybe because I am silent, I’m the one who sees her.Wendy. She’s standing in a wide- open window. The city stretchesvast and dark behind her. Her toes are poised on the sill, her ngertips just reach the edges. There is nothing to hold her asshe stares into the crowded room.All o a sudden, she wobbles. Her ngers lose their hold.Now it’s all balance. Her arms fail, a oot rises. I am too ar away, I can’t reach her in time.
I yell. But it comes out an ugly blurted
Peopleglance over, embarrassed, go back to their talk.
Someone giggles. Another girltries to hide her smile.Desperate, I scream,
Someone help her!
Now the laughter starts. As everyone swings toward me,