There was a lounger, three quarters turned away from her, and on it was a figure. The figure wasn’t lounging though. It was sitting hunched forward on the edge of the seat. It had its back to her, but it looked very much like Josie. Josie? What? How? Isabel’s knees went weak and her head span. She squeezed her eyes shut, as her vision seemed to have blurred as well. When she opened them again, the figure was still there. She took in the red cotton dress with the tiny flower pattern, the carelessly chopped dark hair, the skinny arms wrapped around the knees. It was her; no question about it. Josie was very still, her chin lifted, as if she was looking at something far in the distance. Isabel’s heart was beating fast, a hundred questions exploding in her mind. She continued to stare, hardly daring to breathe in case she was overheard. Suddenly, Josie’s head jerked to the side, as if startled. Isabel had to get away from here; she couldn’t let Josie see her. She began to back away.
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