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Courtney Eldridge

Sketch for Moni Haworth

Moni Haworth said she thinks the car in that Richard Prince photograph is a Dodge, and thinking about that this morning, I had an idea for a new scene that would take place very early in the morning on April 7, 2009. And in this scene, Thea would be in her bed, dreaming of that image, and then finds herself walking through the grass, walking through that very picture. I have an entire folder of images of girls sitting in grass, girls lying in grass, staring at the sky, girls walking through green fields, running their hands through the high grass, with their hair blowing in the wind . . ..

In Thea’s dream, she comes to, and there’s the car. And there’s the house. And for some reason, as she approaches the car, she decides to open the door, to check and see if the keys are in the ignition. And they are. So she gets in the car, and just as she’s about to turn it over, see if it’ll start, she hears Cam’s voice, calling her. It sounds like he’s in the house, so she gets out, and she knocks gently, before walking in. And there’s nothing in the house; it’s empty. No furniture, no trash, nothing. And Cam’s not there. And she turns around, and then he calls her again, so she goes back outside, walks around the house, standing behind the car now, looking, smiling, because he’s hiding, and then, she hears pounding, and then more pounding, and she’s about to yell at him to come out, when she realizes the voice is her mother’s. It’s Renee, knocking on her door, demanding Thea get up, unlock her door.

So Thea gets out of bed to answer the door, and it’s not just her mother, Cam’s mother, Karen, is standing there, as well. Where is he? Karen says, Cam’s mother. I don’t know, Thea says, rubbing her eye, not understanding. Cam? Karen says, leaning around Thea, looking n her room. Where is he? I don’t know . . . He’s not here? Even Thea turns around, as if he might be in the room. He didn’t come home last night, Karen says. Thea’s never seen her so worried. What time is it? she asks. It’s almost seven, her mother says. Well, he’s not here. His car is here, Karen says.

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