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a forgotten song, but without the sweet melody, she vaguely recognized the room. She couldn’t breathe; the four white walls were stifling. Other people were there, but she didn’t know them.
    What did Mother Mabel say to me? “Something about a journey,” Nora whispered.
    “Nora? Nora?” asked a lady with silver, stringy hair, wrinkles, and sunken cheeks. “Can you see me? Can you hear me?”
    Nora nodded.
    The old lady sucked in her breath and put her hand over her mouth. “It’s me… Mabel. Mabel.”
    Nora shook her head, because the woman didn’t look anything like Mother Mabel. But there was a resemblance. A similarity. The green eyes, the way she opened her mouth when she smiled. “I will come with you on your journey.” “But why do you look so old?”
    The lady laughed. “Why indeed.”
    “What kind of journey is this?” Nora whispered. She tried to stand, but her legs held no strength, and she fell to the hard, cold floor.
    “Oh,” Mabel said. “Are you hurt?” Mabel tried to help her, but Nora refused, thinking she didn’t need help.
    Nora sat on the floor, legs in front of her, staring at unkempt yellowing toenails that stuck out of dirty, pink slippers. She pulled up the gown she wore, revealing pale, thin legs. “What happened to me? Why am I here?”
    “I’m so glad you can talk.” It took her a couple a seconds, but Mabel got down on the floor and sat cross-legged like a little girl. “You are talking, aren’t you?”
    “Is there a reason? Is this a lesson? Does this have to do with the wolf?”
    Mabel eyes widened and in a raspy whisper she said, “How’d you know about the wolf?”
    “It was by the fire, and you told me to feed it.”
    Mabel inhaled, and her hands jittered about wildly. “Right. I told you about the wolf. You did hear me. You could hear me the whole time. Why didn’t you say anything?”
    “About what?” Nora asked.
    “Right.” Mabel bit her nails.
    “Oh, Miss Nora,” a man wearing white from head to toe stood over them. “Am I in trouble!” Without asking, he helped her up and back into her seat. “Here.” He handed her a small container. “I got distracted on my rounds and plum missed you. Woo wee, we wouldn’t want this to get out.”
    “No,” Mabel said struggling to untangle her legs. “No, she can’t have those.”
    “Miss Mabel, causing trouble again, I see. You know what happened last time Miss Nora was off her meds for too long. She bit you. Remember?”
    “It’s fine.”
    The man held his hand out, now helping Mabel stand up.
    “See,” Mabel said as she stood. “I’m fine. Don’t you see? Nora told me about the stories. She heard my stories…”
    He looked back at Nora and nodded. “Take them, Miss Nora, and you’ll feel a lot better. You’ll go right back to la la land.”
    Mabel wiped her eyes. “But the fairy tales, she remembers. And I don’t have anyone to talk to.”
Nora looked at the two little pills in the bottom of the small clear cup.
    “No, Nora,” Mabel pleaded. “Stay with me. Stay with me….”
    Nora couldn’t see the value of her journey. She didn’t know why she had come to the colorless place where she had to be so weak and helpless and where her thoughts were foggy. “If you feed a wolf, it will leave.” As she looked down at the little white pills, the message the real Mother Mabel had given her became clear. In this strange place, she was the wolf. If she wanted to go back to be with her sisters and never leave the beach, she would have to feed the wolf the little white pills.
     
    The End

If it Weren’t for Bad Luck
     
    I walked through the front door a little after midnight. Jana sat on the couch in the darkness covered by the quilt from our bed, the images from the television flickered on her solemn face. “Oh, you’re up,” I said and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
    “I want to talk to you, Trevor.”
    When I caught a glimpse of deep concern in her eyes, I immediately thought