Three Shadows
by LD Velouria
34.1087369,-118.2717596
Who is this?
Izzy, do you know who this is?
Does this mean you’re talking to me now?
No. I’m just asking if you know who that text was from.
It’s showing up as blocked on my phone.
the next day
U there?
...
Those numbers. They’re bugging me. They remind me of Paige for some reason.
Don’t say that name to me.
It’s been, what, a year?
Exactly one year. On Saturday.
You know that ignoring it isn’t going to make it hurt less.
You don’t get to tell me about hurt. Not after what you did with Josh.
Come on.
This conversation ends now.
a few hours later
They’re GPS coordinates.
?
Those numbers. Plug them into your maps app.
It’s Mixto. Where we used to get tacos after school with Paige.
Remember when she tasted flan there for the first time and almost puked?
Ha! YES. The workers were laughing so hard.
And she was all “It’s the texture! It’s the texture!”
Anyway, you’re welcome.
the next day
Just stopped by Mixto.
I thought this was over.
Oh no. This is not over.
So I’m at Mixto, and I’m looking around, and I’m about to leave...
...when something catches my eye on the telephone pole outside.
There’s a notebook page stapled to it. With Paige’s handwriting.
Are you sure?
This was her serial killer scrawl.
What did it say?
Here: "On the summer moon-lit Drive of Brown, Three shadows nightly crept...
Dancing, laughing, splashing, While affluent heads slept"
Hm.
OUR BEST FRIEND IS LEAVING MESSAGES FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE AND ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY IS HM? SERIOUSLY?
There’s no evidence that these are from “beyond the grave.”
Oh, ok Scully. You and your hard evidence.
?
I’ve been binging on The X-Files, ok?
What has three shadows?
And what the heck is a Drive of Brown?
Could it be a dirt road of some sort?
This is L.A.
You’re right. So why are we thinking en ingles?
In Spanish, Moreno roughly translates to “brown.” Moreno Drive.
That giant house with the pool you, Paige, and I used to sneak into was on Moreno Drive!
WE are the three shadows!
I got grounded for like a month when the owners finally caught us!
Well, we solved the riddle. How nice. Now we can go back to normal.
You have got to be kidding me.
What?
What do you mean you want to go back to normal? You don’t want to go to the house?
I don’t really care.
FINE.
the next day
So I drove by the house.
I thought you didn’t care!
What did you find???
That house has been demolished. They’re building a new one.
But there were some coordinates spray-painted on a piece of plywood at the construction site.
????
There’s something I need to tell you. About the thing with Josh.
Ok...
So, let’s not mince words. I’m fat.
You’re not. You’re beautiful.
Don’t give me that BS. I have a mirror. Anyway.
When Josh started paying attention to me — even if it wasn’t ROMANTIC attention — that was huge.
Then you came along and started flirting with him...
You - this gorgeous, skinny, model-type...
Stop it.
Then you two started dating. That hurt. It dredged up all these insecurities that I thought I’d already dealt with.
I understand.
You don’t. You never will. And this is why it’s been so hard for me to forgive you.
Because no matter how tight we were before Paige’s cancer, this totally overshadowed everything.
It was like I was losing two of my best friends. I felt so alone.
I asked you if it was ok!
If I told you otherwise I’d have to admit that I was jealous of you.
The only person I told was Paige. She hated that we were fighting.
Anyway, you ready? Here they are - the coordinates on the side of the new house: 35.0471127, -90.0259679
That’s in Memphis, Tennessee. How are we supposed to get there?
Wait a second. Those are the coordinates for Graceland!
As in Elvis?
As in the Paul Simon album! Paige was obsessed, remember??
Ugh, that old white guy music!
I kind of like it.
You would. So what are we going to do with an album title?
I’m in a café right near Rockaway Records, where Paige and I would go to buy records for her parents’ record player.
I’m guessing it might be there?
And T, I’m so sorry. I really am. I had no idea.
a few hours later
Home now. I found a poem wedged in between Graceland and One-Trick Pony!
Let’s hear it.
On flights overlooking the Sliver sea
In which no one can dip
Rusty guards hold back the beasts
That’s where you’ll find your TIP
Well, the Silver sea in which no one can dip is definitely Silver Lake Reservoir, since no one is allowed to swim in it.
Flights...
Airplanes?
Stairs! The stairs on the hill overlooking the Reservoir! We’d sit on those all the time.
And the beasts are those awful dogs that would bark at us from behind the rusty fences until we fed them our Jack-in-the-Box jalapeno poppers!
And I guess the tip is...another clue?
Teresa?
later that night
T.I.P. Teresa. Izzy. Paige. That last night before she went back to the hospital, the cement on the bottom step was wet.
We wrote our names in it.
Yes! I’m coming to get you and we’re going to those steps together. For Paige.
Lol! I’m already parked at your house! Come outside!
And Izzy, I forgive you. :)
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