Lucy Black didn’t like her new house, and she had told her mother as much. Her complaints fell on deaf ears; her mother, Julia, was going through a divorce and insisted that they were lucky to find such a nice, lakeside house, especially at such a short notice.
Of course, had Julia seen the little girl that lived in the lake, she might have reconsidered.
“En dan lost de spiegel op.
Het is alsof de spiegel niet uit glas bestond, maar uit mist die plots in de lucht verdampt.
Alleen de sierlijke bronzen lijst blijft hangen.
Aan de andere kant staat een klein meisje op blote voeten in een mouwloos wit jurkje. Dikke zwarte haren hangen als gordijnen voor haar gezicht.
As an adult, Frances didn’t like to go into dark rooms alone at night. She felt certain that the darkness concealed things normally invisible in the light of day. It wasn’t her parents she feared; the idea they might be watching over her from some other place was one that reassured her. It was more the idea that if her parents could come back, maybe anyone could. And maybe the others weren’t good.