The Elevator, by Sylvia

The girls waited for the elevator. Why were they on this side of the floor? Could I still turn around? Two heads turned to me at exactly the same time and they smiled at me in exactly the same way, calculating, cold. ‘Hi Eve,’ the one said. ‘Eve, hi,’ the other said. ‘Hello,’ I said....

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