each recorded reading a selection from James Joyce's
Ulysses for Mr. Masters. I pulled Cinnamon aside and
told her what I had heard and what I had done. "I didn't see any door in the rear of the
wardrobe room when Howard and I went up there,"
she said. "But maybe that was because I didn't go all
the way back and didn't look behind those costumes
you said were hanging in front of it. Howard and I got
excited over the armor, which was close to the front,
and got into that. Our Ms. Fairchild did tell Howard to
tell me to stay out of the room until we were
instructed to go there for a specific thing, but I didn't
think much of that. You said you distinctly heard
footsteps and then you heard someone singing?" "Yes. I'm sure that's what it was," I said. "Of
course, it could have been someone listening to
music.'
"You're sure of what?" Ice asked, catching up
with us. I told her all of it briefly. She didn't look
surprised.
"I've heard someone above at night," she
revealed. "or what I thought was someone above, but I
haven't heard anyone singing or any music playing." "I never did before." I said.
"Ice's room is directly under the costume
room," Cinnamon remarked.
"I'm sure I heard footsteps, but there was no
one there in the costume room." I said.
"Did you try to open the second door?"
Cinnamon asked.
"I didn't have a chance. Ms. Fairchild appeared
as suddenly as a ghost. I closed the first door and
locked it again as quickly and as quietly as I could." Ice moaned.