090813 #elephant I looked sideways into the mirror. The backwards Melanie there had already typed a full page. Her screen was a black forest on snow. I looked back at my own screen (as she looked away from me, also with a wistful expression--but why?) and found it sparsely charactered by my paltry efforts. What was her secret? How could I talk to her, get her to say something besides the perfectly backwards mouthing of my own nervous prattle?