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beautiful woman being led out of a dark cave by a man playing a lyre. The caption read:
Orpheus and Eurydice
.
    “See, you’re her. Eurydice. You look just like her.”
    Shelly shook her head, then squinted. She laughed. “I do, you know. That’s funny.” She looked at the spine of the book. “This is Roman mythology?”
    Rune nodded. “It was a sad story. Eurydice died and went down to Hades. Then Orpheus—he was her husband, this musician guy—went to rescue her. Isn’t that romantic?”
    “Wait. I’ve heard that story. It was an opera. Didn’t something go wrong?”
    “Yeah, those Roman gods had weird rules. The thing is he could take her out of the Underworld as long as he didn’t look back at her. That makes a lot of sense, right? Anyway, he did and that blew the whole thing. Back she went. People think myths and fairy tales have happy endings. But they don’t all.”
    Shelly gazed at the picture for a moment. “I collect old books too.”
    “What kind?” Rune assumed erotica.
    But Shelly said, “Plays mostly. In high school I was president of the drama club. A thespian.” She laughed. “Whenever I tell somebody in the Industry—I mean, the porn business—tell them that, they say something like, ‘What’s that, a dyke with a speech problem?”’ She shook her head. “My profession’s got a pretty low common denominator.”
    Rune clicked on an ultraviolet light. A black-light poster of a ship sailing around the moon popped out into three dimensions. It was next to purple-and-orange tie-dye hangings. “I mix my eras. But you don’t want to get too locked in, do you now? Never be too literal. That’s my motto.”
    “Avoid it at all costs.” Shelly had climbed up to thepilot house and was pulling the whistle cord. There was no noise. “Can you take this thing out for rides?”
    “Naw, it doesn’t drive,” Rune said. “Oh, no wait, I’m supposed to say
she
. She doesn’t drive.”
    “Drive?”
    “Well, sail or whatever. There’s a motor, but it doesn’t work. My old boyfriend and I were driving up along the Hudson and we found it—I mean,
her
—moored near Bear Mountain. She was for sale. I asked the owner to take me out for a spin and he said the motor didn’t work so we went out for a tow. We did a lot of haggling and when he agreed to throw in the Formica dining room set I had to get it.”
    “You pay to dock it here?”
    “Yep. You pay the Port Authority. They still run the docks even though they don’t have much ship traffic anymore. It’s pretty expensive. I don’t think I can stay here forever. But it’ll do for now.”
    “Is it safe?”
    Rune pointed out one of the picture windows. “That’s still a working pier so this whole area’s chained off. The security guards and I are friends. They keep an eye out. I give them good Christmas presents. It’s really neat, owning a house. And there’s no grass to mow.”
    Shelly gave her another wan smile. “You’re so … enthusiastic. And you actually live on a houseboat in Manhattan. Amazing.”
    Rune’s eyes sparkled. “Come here. I’ll show you what’s amazing.” She walked out onto the small gray-painted deck. She clung to a railing and dipped her foot into the opaque oily water.
    “You going swimming?” Shelly asked uncertainly.
    Rune closed her eyes. “You know that I’m touching the exact same water that’s lapping up on the Galápagos Islands, and in Venice, and in Tokyo and Hawaii and Egypt? It’s so neat. And—I haven’t figured this out yet—it mayvery well be the same water that splashed against the
Nina, Pinta
and
Santa Maria
and against Napoleon’s ships. The same water they used to wash away the blood after Marie Antoinette got the axe…. I’m guessing that it might be…. That’s the part I’m not too clear on. Does water, like, die? I remember something from science class. I think it just keeps recirculating.”
    Shelly said, “You have quite an imagination.”
    “I’ve been told