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And now for my entry:
About a year and a half ago, I was in the middle of several days of rehearsals for a play re-enacting a murder trial here in the town where I live. I was cast as the wife of the accused. One morning, as I was sitting at the kitchen table with my sons, the younger one, who was about to turn two, pointed to the kitchen window and said, "I see a lady!"
I looked, and though I saw nothing, he insisted that there was a lady there. I asked him if she was in the kitchen, and he said that she was outside, looking in the window.
Then he pointed again, and said, "Look!" And his vision tracked from the window, into the room, then down the hall and upstairs.
I asked, "Where is the lady now?"
He replied, "She gone upstairs."
He saw her once more during the play's run, and hasn't seen her since.
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