The Mirror (Northwest Passage Book 5)
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THE MIRROR
A novel by
John A. Heldt
Copyright © 2014 by John A. Heldt
Edited by Aaron Yost
Cover art by LLPix Designs
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the author, with the exception of brief quotes used in reviews.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
NOVELS BY JOHN A. HELDT
American Journey Series
September Sky
Mercer Street
Northwest Passage Series
The Mine
The Journey
The Show
The Fire
The Mirror
Follow John A. Heldt online at:
johnheldt.blogspot.com
In memory of Grandpa Andy
A sister is both your mirror and your opposite. – Elizabeth Fishel
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. – L.P. Hartley
There are two things in life for which we are never truly prepared: twins. – Josh Billings
CONTENTS
Title Page
Copyright and Disclaimer
Novels by John A. Heldt
Dedication
Quotations
Chapter 1: Ginny
Chapter 2: Ginny
Chapter 3: Ginny
Chapter 4: Ginny
Chapter 5: Ginny
Chapter 6: Ginny
Chapter 7: Ginny
Chapter 8: Ginny
Chapter 9: Ginny
Chapter 10: Katie
Chapter 11: Ginny
Chapter 12: Ginny
Chapter 13: Katie
Chapter 14: Ginny
Chapter 15: Katie
Chapter 16: Ginny
Chapter 17: Katie
Chapter 18: Ginny
Chapter 19: Ginny
Chapter 20: Ginny
Chapter 21: Katie
Chapter 22: Ginny
Chapter 23: Ginny
Chapter 24: Katie
Chapter 25: Ginny
Chapter 26: Ginny
Chapter 27: Ginny
Chapter 28: Virginia
Chapter 29: Ginny
Chapter 30: Katie
Chapter 31: Ginny
Chapter 32: Ginny
Chapter 33: Virginia
Chapter 34: Ginny
Chapter 35: Ginny
Chapter 36: Katie
Chapter 37: Ginny
Chapter 38: Ginny
Chapter 39: Ginny
Chapter 40: Ginny
Chapter 41: Ginny
Chapter 42: Ginny
Chapter 43: Virginia
Chapter 44: Katie
Chapter 45: Ginny
Chapter 46: Ginny
Chapter 47: Ginny
Chapter 48: Katie
Chapter 49: Ginny
Chapter 50: Katie
Chapter 51: Ginny
Chapter 52: Ginny
Chapter 53: Ginny
Chapter 54: Katie
Chapter 55: Ginny
Chapter 56: Katie
Chapter 57: Ginny
Chapter 58: Ginny
Chapter 59: Ginny
Chapter 60: Katie
Chapter 61: Ginny
Chapter 62: Katie
Chapter 63: Ginny
Chapter 64: Ginny
Chapter 65: Ginny
Chapter 66: Ginny
Chapter 67: Ginny
Chapter 68: Ginny
Chapter 69: Ginny
Chapter 70: Katie
Chapter 71: Ginny
Chapter 72: Ginny
Chapter 73: Ginny
Chapter 74: Ginny
Chapter 75: Ginny
Chapter 76: Katie
Chapter 77: Ginny
Chapter 78: Ginny
Chapter 79: Grace
Chapter 80: Ginny
Chapter 81: Ginny
Chapter 82: Katie
Chapter 83: Ginny
Acknowledgments
CHAPTER 1: GINNY
Maple Valley, Washington – Friday, September 11, 2020
Ginny held the deadly object in her throwing hand and looked for an appropriate target.
She knew she'd gain the most satisfaction from nailing the flimsy yellow balloon in the middle of the board. The balloon reminded her of her ex-boyfriend – the flaccid, yellow-bellied bastard who had left her on Labor Day for a busty cocktail waitress.
But Ginny also knew that the surest way to win a prize at this booth was to hit one of the fat balloons on the pegboard's perimeter. She took aim at the biggest and prepared to fire.
"I don't know why you're wasting your money, Gin," Katie said. She gazed intently at her twin as she leaned on the counter of the booth. "You know these games are rigged."
"Of course they're rigged," Ginny said, lowering her arm. She eyed the nametag and then the face of the geeky teenager who had handed her three darts. "Aren't they, Tim? If I hit one of the underinflated balloons in the middle of the board, the dart will bounce off, you'll gasp in mock surprise, and I'll be out five dollars."
The attendant turned red.
Ginny smiled sweetly.
"But if I hit one of the fully inflated balloons on the edges, I'll pop it, you'll gasp in genuine surprise, and you'll feel a little less guilty about running this racket."
"Hey, I just work here," Tim said.
Katie laughed.
Ginny threw the dart at her original target and popped it. A few seconds later, she followed with another successful strike.
"Congratulations! You win a prize," Tim said.
"What if I pop three balloons?" Ginny asked.
"Then you win a better prize."
Ginny pointed to the right side of the booth.
"Can I get that hairy little man over there?"
The attendant nodded.
Ginny smiled again and fired her third dart into a big red balloon. Pop!
"One troll doll coming up," Tim said.
The attendant handed Ginny her prize.
"Thanks, Tim," Ginny said. "You're a sweetheart."
Ginny laughed along with her sister as they stepped away from the dart-toss stand and onto a busy walkway that provided access to dozens of game booths, food vendors, and other attractions at the Cedar River Country Fair. Part carnival, part farmers' market, and part outdoor theater, the fair had been a local institution since an eccentric entrepreneur named Robert Sullivan had founded it in 1960.
"What are you going to do with that?" Katie asked. "Stick pins in it? If you want to get back at Cody for dumping you, I can think of better ways – much better ways."
"I can too. I just thought it would look nice in our dorm room."
Ginny admitted that the pin thing had considerable appeal. She had nothing against troll dolls. With their wild hair and dopey expressions, they were seriously cute. But if pounding a railroad spike through the groin of one would bring even temporary discomfort to Cody Williamson, she would do it in a New York minute. She pondered the delightful possibilities until Katie disrupted her daydream with a familiar refrain.
"I'm beat. Are you ready to go?"
"No. I'm not ready to go. We still have an hour before the fair closes."
"I know. I'm just tired of walking," Katie said.
"I'm tired too, but I'm not ready to leave."
"What do you want to do then?"
They had done the sorts of things they had done every year since 2012, when their parents had taken them to the "hippie fair" for the first time. Now incoming college freshmen, they had returned to the fair this year, without their family, to celebrate their nineteenth birthday.
When they reached an unoccupied space near the stand, Ginny turned outward and scanned her surroundings. Seeing nothing of interest, she concluded that maybe it was time to go. Then she remembered something, reached for her purse, and retrieved a program she had grabbed when the twins had passed through the gates at one o'clock.
She turned quickly to a map of the fairgrounds in the middle of the program. When she found what she was looking for, she held out the map and pointed to a spot with her finger.
"Let's go here. Let's go back to the river," Ginny said.
"Why?"
"There's a new section by the water that we haven't seen."
"What are you talking about?" Katie asked. "We've seen everything."
Ginny shook her head.
"We haven't seen this. They added it just this year. There are some exhibits and stuff they brought back from the old days – stuff that hasn't been here since Grandma was a kid."
"What kind of stuff?" Katie asked.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes, Ginny, it does. My feet hurt."
"Come on, Katie. Let's just check it out."
"No. I won't even consider it until you tell me what's there. If you want me to walk to the other side of the fairgrounds, you have to at least give me a good reason."
Ginny shook her head and sighed. She wondered how two people who had evolved from the same zygote could be so different in so many ways, particularly when it came to having fun and trying different things. Then again, it had been that way from the beginning.
Ginny was adventurous. She ordered jalapeno ice cream simply because she could, selected reading material by pulling random books off shelves, and went on blind dates at least twice a year. She liked spontaneity and life on the edge.
Katie was cautious. She ordered vanilla ice cream nine times out of ten, researched books before reading them, and scoured the social media profiles of every guy who asked her out. She liked predictability and life in the comfort zone.
"Oh, all right. Give me a minute," Ginny said. "You can be so stubborn at times."
Katie stuck out her tongue.
Ginny responded in kind, laughed, and then returned to the slick eight-page program, which contained more advertising than useful information. She finally found what she was looking for on Page 7, under the heading "Sixties Revival," and gave it a quick scan.
"According to this, the new section is mostly carnival stuff," Ginny said. "There are three funhouses, a fortune-teller, and a performance park with fire-eaters and sword-swallowers."
Katie stared at her sibling and raised an eyebrow.
"Sword-swallowers? Really, Gin?"
"Can you think of something better?" Ginny asked. "It's too late to do anything else tonight. Let's just take a look. If it's lame, we'll leave."
Katie sighed.
"OK. I'll go, but only if we start with the fortune-teller," Katie said. She smiled sweetly. "I want to know if there's a sensitive surgeon in my future."
Ginny laughed.
"That's fair."
"What does the fortune-teller do anyway?" Katie asked. "Flip cards? Read tea leaves?"
Ginny shrugged.
"I'm not sure. The program only mentions a crystal ball."
"She has a crystal ball?"
"She has a crystal ball. 'Marta the Magnificent' has a crystal ball," Ginny said. She smiled. "If we're lucky, it'll flash tomorrow's lottery numbers."
CHAPTER 2: GINNY
The girls didn't bother with Performance Park, where sword-swallowers, fire-eaters, and jugglers entertained dozens. They instead walked directly to a red-and-white-striped tent on the eastern edge of the fairgrounds.
When they arrived at nine twenty, they learned from a sign outside the tent that Marta the Magnificent did more than gaze into crystal balls. She also read cards, leaves, and palms for the reasonable sum of ten bucks per person.
"Welcome, ladies," a middle-aged woman said as Ginny and Katie cautiously entered her lair. She extended her hands toward two unoccupied chairs at her table for three. "Please take a seat and make yourselves comfortable."
Ginny sat in an upholstered hardwood chair that looked like a leftover from the reign of Louis XIV and placed her purse and troll doll on top of the table. When she saw that Katie had settled into her seat, she flashed a mischievous grin and returned her attention to her host.
"I'm Marta," the woman said. "What are your names?"
Marta turned to her left.
"I'm Ginny."
She turned to her right.
"I'm Katie. We're sisters."
"I can see that. It's nice to meet you," Marta said. "Will it be cash or credit today?"
"Cash," Ginny answered.
She handed Marta a twenty and watched as she turned toward a cash box, which sat beside a credit-card scanner, a stack of tarot cards, and a teacup on a smaller table about an arm's length away. When the seer put the bill in the box, Ginny did a quick assessment of the establishment.
Apart from the tables, the chairs, and the beaded curtains, there wasn't a whole lot to see. Two crisscrossed strings of white Christmas lights hung from the ceiling, providing the only illumination. A thick rug sporting a floral design lay on a makeshift hardwood floor.
When Marta finished the business transaction, she turned to face her guests, smiled, and rested her folded hands atop the large table. Round, sturdy, and roughly four feet across, the table was covered with a red velvet cloth.
"I like your friend," Marta said to Ginny. "Did you win him throwing darts?"
Ginny blushed and nodded.
"I did."
"My son Tim runs that stand. I hope he treated you well."
"Oh, he did."
Ginny felt bad about giving the attendant a difficult time – but not too bad. She figured that a family that ran at least two booths at a fair like this wouldn't go hungry next week.
"Have you girls decided on a path to enlightenment?" Marta asked.
The twins gave each other puzzled looks.
"Will it be the ball, the cards, the palms, or the leaves?"
"We want to do the crystal ball," Katie said. "It seems the most legit."
"Katie!" Ginny whispered forcefully.
Marta smiled.
"It's all right, girls," she said. "I welcome skeptics. One of my objectives as an accomplished clairvoyant is to make believers out of each and every one of my customers."
Ginny turned away from her sister and studied the woman who claimed to see the future. Even wearing a gypsy dress, a paisley bandana, and rings that weighed down her slender fingers, she didn't look all that out of the ordinary. She was probably a soccer mom or a loan officer in real life. She had a gentle face and a soothing voice that put Ginny at ease.
"You both seem to be in a good mood," Marta said. "Is today a special day?"
"It's our nineteenth birthday," Katie said. "We usually come to the fair with our family, but not this year. It's just the two of us tonight."
"That's too bad. Birthdays should be spent with family."