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Rena:
Once I started, it was like there was no end. I could spend days just laying on the wooden floor doing these puzzles. I was addicted and there was no way out of it. Once I finished all the ones I had, I ordered more. At first, I ordered all sorts of puzzles. One from each category. But then I realized that they weren’t enough. There was no passion. I remembered how I felt when I did the one my mom sent me and I knew there was something different when I did it.
I went on the internet and searched up Dico’s Puzzles. They had a whole category of dance puzzles. Pages of them. My hands shook as I added eight to my cart. They would come in the next three days. All I could do was wait.
Matt:
It was routine now. Driving past the bakery, the pet shop, the dance studio and down the road to the same gray building to deliver puzzles to a woman who lived in fear of me. Somehow, whenever there was a delivery for this address, I told Mr. Cohen I’d take it. It was just something about her that kept me wanting to know her more.
I took the elevator up to her floor and knocked on the door. I heard her footsteps scramble to the door. She paused before turning the bolt lock. The door creaked open, only a crack.
“I have your puzzles, again,” I smiled.
She gripped the door. “The clipboard.”
“Why don’t you let me put these inside for you. They’re pretty heavy.”
“No. The clipboard, please,” her knuckles turned white.
I placed the three boxes onto the floor. “Are you alright?”
She clenched her teeth. “Yes, fine. Please, just give me the clipboard so I can sign it and get my puzzles.”
“You like ballet?” I handed her the clipboard.
She froze as she took it. “Yes.”
I stuck out my hand, “I’m Matthew Lowenthal.”
She handed me the clipboard without shaking my hand, “Rena.”
“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” I picked up the boxes.
She took a deep breath and slowly opened the door, cautiously. “Put them on the floor and leave.”
I carefully walked over to the couch and put the boxes down as Rena crossed her arms, leaning as close as she could to the wall. I saw a puzzle piece sticking out from beneath the couch and picked it up. Her eyes followed every move I took, “What are you doing?”
I matched it up with the rest of the puzzle, “You missed a piece.”
