Unfinished Symphony (Logan 3)

"What, is it top secret? There's Four-C," she pointed to the door down the hallway. Instead of going into her own apartment she watched curiously as I walked toward apartment 4C.

I gazed back at her and flashed a nervous smile. Then I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"The door buzzer works," she said. "At least, it should."

"Oh. Thanks." I pushed it and waited. So did she. No one came to the door. I pushed the buzzer again. The seconds seemed more like minutes.

"She's probably not there. Maybe she went to an audition. Didn't you call first?"

"No," I said sadly.

"Too bad. In L.A., you should always call first. I'll probably see her later. You want me to tell her you were here?"

"No," I said and realized I said it too quickly. I smiled. "I was hoping to surprise her."

"Oh. Oh! I love surprises. So does Gina, I'm sure." She snapped her fingers. "You're not her sister, are you? She told me she has a younger sister. You are, aren't you?" she followed before I could speak. "That's terrific. She'll be so happy. She misses her family so much."

"She does?"

"Of course. Deep down inside, no matter how beautiful she looks and sophisticated she seems, Gina is a simple girl. That's why everyone loves her. You want to wait in my place?"

"Er, no. I'll just come back later. Thanks," I said.

"You sure. Because--"

"No, thanks," I said, my heart thumping fast. I hurried into the elevator and hit the button for the first floor. As the doors closed, Sandy Glee stepped out to look at me one more time, her face full of confusion.

The minute the doors opened, I rushed out. Then I did jog down the walkway, past the pool, where everyone looked at me, and to the gate. I hurried out and to the car.

"What happened?" Spike asked, stepping out to open my door.

I shook my head.

"She wasn't there, and . ."

"And what?"

"I don't think it's my mother!" I cried.

4

A Different World

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"Do you want to go right back to the house?"

Spike asked me.

"I don't care," I wailed and curled up in the

corner of the seat. I've come all this way for nothing, I

thought, for a dream, a child's dream. I should have

done what Dorothy suggested: had a private detective

do the footwork first. But even that idea was silly.