The phone rang just as I was falling asleep. It was Alice. She wanted to know if I was all right.
“I’m dead drunk,” I said.
“Your message was scary,” Alice said. “Are you losing your mind?”
“I don’t think so.”
“It sounded like you were going through some kind of Shining thing.”
“Ha. I’m not even alone up here. My childhood friends live next door.”
“But you’re drinking. You’re going to start seeing the twins.”
“Jesus Christ, I’m trying to go to sleep.”
“Redrum, redrum.”
Alice was coming home from a party too, it turned out. Her friend Raoul…
“Raoul? Who’s Raoul?”
“You met him, he came to the salon a couple of times.”
I didn’t remember anyone named Raoul. “He works for Petopia, the pet-supply people,” Alice said. “He wants me to write copy for them.”
“How glamorous,” I said.
There was a beat of silence. “I just called to see if you were all right,” Alice said. “Not so you could cut me down.”
“I’m sorry.” Beat. “Was it a good party?”
“It wasn’t bad. There weren’t enough people and there was too much to drink.”
“And this Raoul, he’s a nice guy?”
“Will you be jealous if I say yes?”
“Not at all,” I lied. “I want you to be happy.”
“I don’t know,” Alice said. “I feel like I’m floating. You know? It’s like I’m floating in the dark, in a sensory-deprivation tank, and nothing I see is really happening.”
“Maybe it’s just that we’re drunk.”
“Maybe. But,” beat, “I just feel like that’s what we’re all doing now. Like we’re all just, like, floating.”
Beat. “Maybe we are.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know.”
“I wish you were here.”
“I’ll be back,” I said.
“And what’s going to happen then?” Alice asked.
“I guess we’ll find out then.”
“I’m sorry,” Alice said. “It’s the middle of the night there, isn’t it? Make sure you drink some water before you go to bed.”
“OK.”
“OK.”
“I’ll talk to you soon.”
“OK.”
“OK.”
Beat. Beat.