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wanted to you to know that. I really like you a
lot."
    I sat there, stunned. Ok. Not what I was
expecting at all. Funny, but I liked her, too, now, all of a
sudden—a girl all alone on Christmas day.
    "Well... I like you, too." I hit the power
button on the remote and watched the TV go black. I glanced at the
calendar underneath. I could still smell the cranberries. I'd been
smelling them all night long.
    "You do?" Wow, she sounded happy. Really
happy. I felt suddenly guilty for no reason whatsoever.
    "Yeah." I glanced at the
calendar again, and noticed it looked askew. As if it had moved, or
been moved. No, not exactly. The right side of it
looked... what the hell? Weird! I approached it carefully, giving it a wide
berth. Evie was talking about something—ordering pizza on
Christmas. I was tempted to ask her to my mom's. I leaned against
my dresser, and realized that the side of the calendar was
open. Or opening.
    "Listen, I wanted to tell you something
else, Jay... it's very important..."
    "Hey, Evie, can you hold on a minute?" I set
the phone on the dresser and knelt near the calendar although I
could still hear her talking about something. There was a
separation between the cardboard back, and the doors on the front.
It should have been white underneath, considering it was white
behind the black doors, but it wasn't. It was black. I flicked the
edge with my finger, and it moved a little toward me, like it was
on hinges.
    My heart was beating fast,
but my curiosity got the best of me. No wonder it had to be so
damned big—the whole thing was a door! I couldn't resist seeing
what was behind it. Maybe this was my payoff. This was what I'd
been waiting for as doors popped open, counting down to today. I
swung the calendar door open quickly and stepped back. Nothing.
Just blackness. It just looked like cardboard. So much for Narnia.
    "Jay?" I heard Evie's
voice on my cell. I grabbed for the phone, laughing out loud a
little nervously, but I stopped when I saw something. It was a
glimmer at first, in the middle of the calendar, like some muted
light from the inside. I reached my finger out for it, hesitated,
and then touched it. It was warm. Whoa! My throat felt suddenly very
dry. I looked around the room, as if to ask someone if they were
seeing what I was seeing.
    "Jay?" Evie's voice again, louder. The light
grew brighter, moving from a dull gray in the center toward the
edges, like the way old TVs used to fade out when you turned them
off, only backwards, in gradual shades. I sat transfixed, like I
was seeing a painting revealed a layer at a time. I realized,
suddenly, that I knew that image, and knew it well.
    "Betsy." My voice was
hoarse. She was in the distance. I could see her plain as could be
now, standing at the end of...a hallway? I reached my hand just
slightly into, no fucking shit, into the door, and felt the cool
surface of brick or cement. I leaned my head in a little. Sure
enough. I could see where the mortar had been laid. It was a wall.
Both sides. I couldn't see a floor, but I was sure there was one,
because Betsy was standing on it way down there in the hallway. She
was holding a candle, her hand cupped around the flame to keep it
from flickering. She was smiling at me, beckoning me, and my cock
jumped when I realized that she was wearing nothing at all. Fuck Narnia, this is Nirvana!
    I couldn't walk through the door, but I
could crawl, and I ducked my head under and edged through, my heart
pounding, my eyes fixed on Betsy in the distance. She was urgent,
calling me, although I couldn't quite hear her.
    "Jay?" Wow, Evie's voice sounded very far
away now. I was crawling on a cement floor, my head near the
ceiling. It was dark in here, although there was a slight glow when
I looked back into my room. The sensation made my stomach flip,
looking backward, seeing my bed, my dresser, the phone still open
on it. Ahead of me I could see Betsy, standing still, and I could
hear her very clearly now, calling me to