Not in New York. That was very bad. Teresa still couldn't wrap her mind around not being in New York; she was supposed to be in her studio, in her house, sketching the idea she'd had onto a canvas so she could paint.

And David was supposed to come over for movies.

Zephyr had been very nice. It made her more comfortable meeting other people. Not that she was generally uncomfortable with the idea of meeting people, but in a strange place, she should be careful.

The girl, about her age, looked really friendly, though. And smart, with the book she was carrying. And she looked kind of like Teresa felt.

"You're not where you're supposed to be, either, are you?"