Where Are You, Alice?

Alice was very pleased with herself last Tuesday.

Boy, that didn't last long.

By Friday she was back in good spirits.

And she even did an impromptu dance just before dinner.

The next day she showed me her new performance-art piece, which I found strangely moving.

But that evening she got a look in her eyes that I knew meant trouble.

I haven't heard anything from her in several days now, and the diagram she left behind hasn't been much help.

I only hope she hasn't fallen in with that cubist crowd again.