She had been noticing shadows all day. In the morning, the shadow of her teacup was twice the size of her palm. At noon, the shadow of a bike went dangerously close to the shadow of a car. In the afternoon, her dog had practically no shadow at all. He didn’t seem bothered by it. But in the evening... in the evening, the weirdest shadow of all happened. The girl stood smack in the middle of the street, dressed to the nines and staring at another shadow, also dressed to the same nines. To exactly the same nines. Her skirts and blouse with four yellow buttons were staring at another pair of skirts and blouse with four yellow buttons. They stayed on the street so long and stared at each other so hard that no one was really sure which one was the shadow and which one was the girl.