Page 65 of Little Twisted Things

I slowly shook my head. “I was tired, so I took a nap. When I woke up, it was there.”

She took a step closer to the painting and leaned over, noticing a small signature in the bottom right corner.

“Katherine, who’s Sydney?”

“She’s a middle.”

The following day I had another session with Dr. Bondi.

“Have a seat and get comfortable.” Dr. Bondi smiled. “How did you sleep last night?”

“Fine, I guess.”

“Any word from the others?” she asked.

I slowly shook my head.

“Let’s talk about Sydney. The one who painted the cottage.”

“What about her?”

“I would like to try something today.”

“What kind of something?” I asked.

“I’d like to talk to Sydney.”

“I don’t think that’s possible. She’s not here.”

“Maybe.” Dr. Bondi softly smiled. “But maybe she’s listening. Are you okay with me trying to talk to her?

“I guess.” I played with my hands.

“Okay. Just relax. I want you to close your eyes and take in three deep breaths. Just focus on the sound of my voice.”

Dr. Isabella Bondi

“Sydney? My name is Dr. Isabella Bondi. We haven’t met yet, but I want to tell you something. I love your painting of the cottage. It feels so peaceful. You are truly an exceptional artist. If you’re listening, I’d really like to know why you painted it.”

Katherine remained on the couch with her eyes closed.

“I’ve never met an artist before,” I said.

Suddenly, Katherine’s poster shifted. She brought her legs up and sat crisscross. Her eyes opened.

“You really like it?” Her voice was lighter. Younger. Almost childlike.

“I do. I think it’s beautiful.”

A small smile crossed Katherine’s lips.

“Katherine was waking up, so I didn’t have time to make the hydrangeas the way I wanted them.”

“And how did you want them?” I asked.

“Bigger. They need to be bigger.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sydney. Can you tell me how old you are?”