Winter 1990 • Vol. XII No. 1 FictionJanuary 1, 1990 |

Hall of Mirrors

All this happened a long time ago. The Palace of Versailles and it is Sunday. Several of us, all students, have taken the train out from Paris to see the Palace; the Hall of Mirrors. It is June and we have just arrived in France. A girl on the plane over and I had become lovers the night before. But it was a mistake. I mean she wasn't the one I had been watching but the girl who had sat next to her. All the way over the Atlantic I had watched this other girl; she had been the one who attracted me. It was one of those student package tours, and four of us had casually teamed up, the two girls and another guy and I—we had all taken adjoining rooms when we finally got to Paris. We were exhausted. No jets as you have now, but grinding engines that landed us in Gander, in Shannon, in Zurich. Then we took a train to Paris, rented the rooms, and fell into bed. The bathroom was in the girls' room. All through these travels, I had been watching this other girl, dark and exotic, and nev

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