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DAUGHTERS OF BASTET... EPISODE II

When i think of the way Kristi has disappeared, years ago, it always remembers me of a short story by Richard Matheson called Escamotage... and another one, written quasi-comtemporarily by Frederic Brown, I can't presently recall the title, but it had quite a similar theme: a person vanishes.... her name disappears from the places it was written on (the mames list near the door of her apartment building, for example....) ...at a moment, her portrait was... somewhere, the next instant it's not anymore.... a single person remembers of the disappeared one, and, at the end of the story, she notices traces of her own existence, one after another, vanishing...
We used to read stories of that kind, Kristi and I, when in college: 50'-60' crime and SF novels, which all had in common a paranoid, cold-war related undercurrent.... Finally Kristi had written for her final in contemporary litterature a paper -successful as usual- about that, she had entitled "Hardboiled Fiction and the Cold War". My mind ceased wandering when I perceived again the small scratching sound, this time from behind the couch.