wife doesnât go traipsing all over the world to dance.â
âWhy not?â Joey said.
I brought my finger to my lips. âShhh. Itâs starting to get good.â The dancer had defiantly put on a pair of red pointe shoes and her husband was storming off. It looked like she had chosen ballet over him. âYay,â I said. âHe wasnât even cute.â
âNot even a two,â Joey said. âWhere did they get these guys?â
But then, suddenly, the ballerina was going after the husband, running on pointe in the red shoes, out of the dressing room, out of the theater, onto a balcony, calling after him, nearing the railing and then⦠splat !
âWhat theââ I cried. But before I could finish, there was her husband next to her and, apparently, she could still speak. In a limp voice she uttered the words: âTake the red shoes off.â The husband removed the shoes and put his face near her legs.
âKiss those bloody feet,â Joey said as the husband put his lips on the shredded and stained tights.
For a minute I thought the ballerina was going to survive, but then she abruptly turned her face, closed her eyes, thenâ¦Boom. Dead. âThat was the worst ending Iâve ever seen,â I said. âWhy didnât she stop when she got to the railing?â
âDid she kill herself?â Joey said.
Paterson turned around. âIt was the red shoes.â
âThatâs crazy,â I said. âHow could the shoes kill her?â
Paterson picked up the book sheâd had earlier. âItâs like the fairy tale,â she said, leafing through the pages.
âWhatâs that all about?â Joey asked.
âA little girl who disobeys the woman who adopted her by wearing red shoes.â
I sat up and adjusted my bra. âWhatâs wrong with red shoes?â
âSomething about vanity,â Paterson said. âAnyway, she wears the shoes and then, somehow, they get stuck to her feet and she canât stop dancing in them. She dances herself into such a frenzy that she has to have her feet cut off to stop.â
âThatâs pretty harsh,â Joey said. âThen what happens?â
Paterson looked at the book. âFirst she gets wooden feet, then she goes to heaven.â
âIsnât there some religious belief that someday your soul will be reunited in heaven with a perfect body?â I said.
âSounds familiar,â Paterson said. âBut whose idea of perfection are we talking about?â
âI donât know, but I was kind of hoping I could spend eternity in a size thirty-four B Victoriaâs Secret bra instead of one like this.â I pulled a two-inch-thick bra strap out from under my T-shirt.
Paterson laughed. âMaybe God loves your boobs. Maybe She thinks theyâre perfect and wants you to keep them forever.â
âThatâs sick,â I said.
âYou know youâre probably going to hell for that, Paterson,â Joey added.
âItâs not as bad as a death threat,â Paterson said. âRemember, thatâs what weâre here forâto figure out whatâs going on.â
âWhat?â Joey said.
âI guess I didnât really explain it all. Paterson thinks the red shoes at school have something to do with the movie or the fairy tale.â
Joey just laughed.
Paterson popped the videotape out and slid it into the container. âWhatâs so funny?â
âI donât know,â he said. âWooden feet? Homicidal pointe shoes?â
âJoeyâs right,â I said. âBesides, who in the dance program would even know about this movieâor the fairy tale. Everyoneâs so into ballet. Iâm telling you, Melissaâs initials were on the backs of those shoes, and sheâs practically illiterate.â
âDo you think she did it to frame you? To make it look like youâre the one with the