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something like blue jeans. She was hideously deformed. And she was moving towards me.
    I decided then that Momo was a criminal of some kind. She’d broken into our house. She’d been hiding here when we got home, and now she was going to get me. I scooted up over the back of the couch, putting the furniture between us. In the next instant, without even seeming to move, Momo was behind the couch with me, jiggling and shifting, her arms bending at crazy wrong angles, her head an irregular balloon, her eyes rolling and changing size.
    â€œHelp!” I shouted. “Wake up, Jena! Help me! Call the police!”
    Momo enfolded me, her arms wrapping around me like padded iron bands. Her terrible face was right up against me. I shrieked at the top of my lungs. If Jena wouldn’t wake up, there were always
the neighbors. We shared walls with other townhouses on both sides.
    â€œThis must not be,” said Momo and lifted me up as easily as a feather. I felt an uncanny pressure on every part of my body,
    Momo carried me towards our outside wall, and then, just as we would have hit the wall—something happened. There was a feeling of rotating in some unknown direction. And now my view of our living-dining room was very odd; I was seeing it as if I were looking at a floor plan: the thick lines of the walls, the blob of the couch, a rectangle for the counter. My point of view moved past our outer wall, and I glimpsed what was inside it: the crumbling white of drywall, the yellow fluff of insulation.
    We turned and sailed along outside my house, heading towards the park nearby. As we moved, my cross-sectional view of things wobbled up and down. For an instant I thought I glimpsed Jena lying in our bed. It was a very disturbing sight indeed. I could see her insides, her bones and muscles and blood. Oh my God. Had Momo butchered her? I was squeezed too tight to speak.
    I saw some wooden circles move by: the cross sections of trees. I craned back towards our condos, but the blueprint-like outline was now too far away to read. I felt another rotation and then a feeling of release. I was standing in a field in the park. Momo had killed Jena and now she’d kidnapped me. I drew in a breath to scream.
    â€œSilence!” said Momo, giving me a rough shake.
    â€œDid you hurt Jena?” I demanded. “I’ll kill you if—”
    â€œCalm yourself, fool. I have no business with your wife. She sleep.”
    â€œI saw her blond!”
    â€œYour Spaceland forms lie quite open to the fourth dimension. I’ve done nothing to your wife. nor do I mean you any harm. But if you scream again—”

    â€œAll right,” I said, drawing a deep, shaky breath. Momo was still holding my shoulder.
    Being with Momo was better in the dark; it was better not to see her. She had a smell to her, but it was nothing I could pin down. It seemed to change with every breath I took. Shoe polish, pine trees, women’s underwear, roses, ham, horses, candle wax, the beach—pleasant odors. I was beginning to accept that Momo was real. “If you cry for help, I’ll take you into the fourth dimension never to return,” she continued. “Am I understood? I release you now so that we may comfortably converse. Entertain no plans of fleeing me.”
    She moved back from me a bit. My clothes were all twisted and crooked; I had to wriggle around to get my pants resettled on me before I could reach the pocket. And then I took out my wallet.
    â€œI have six hundred dollars on me,” I said. I’d loaded up in case the cash machines went down. “You can have it all. Here.” I pulled out the money, but Momo didn’t take it.
    â€œI’m not here to rob you,” said Momo. “I come to bring you knowledge of the fourth dimension.”
    I could hear the cars on Route 85 driving by the same as ever. Nothing was happening over at my townhouse complex. Jena and the rest of them were out