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    I spy on the sail boats for fun. “I don’t know…”
    He snaps his fingers, studying the sky, the ground, and two barrier walls. He uses his hands to draw a series of invisible lines in the air. “This is a trapezoid, the cousin of the parallelogram.”
    I gasp, whispering for my eardrums only. “Buffo!? I see Buffo, tall, muscular, brown cropped hair, brown cat whiskers, pale skin, goofy smile. He’s on the one, two…third sailing boat. I recognize his tallness, anywhere.” I gasp, again. “He wears his cat suit, too.” I exhale with angry, whispering for my eardrums only. “He’s having fun, there. I’m stuck, here…”
    Rincon says and studies the sky and the sun. “Inside a trapezoid, only two opposing sides are parallel to each other. Yes. This would explain the mysterious park place.”
    “I guess,” I say and spy on Buffo inside the sail boat. He’s laughing and back slapping with some other teens that I do not recognize, since the teens are from the farmlands. I live in the posh city of Colfax.
    Rincon nods and smiles, walking from the barrier wall and whipping his hands side to side in the air. “A trapezoid is a four side shape. The red barrier wall is sloping from the southeast corner towards the north. That would conform to the new trapezoid formation. Yes, that makes a perfect mathematical geometric shape…”
    “I guess.” I say and spy. All the sailing boats are anchored in the water. All the teens are swimming in the water, or lounging around the decks.
    Rincon swings around in a circle, smiling and nodding. He studies the barrier walls, whipping his hands into the air. He says. “The yellow barrier wall is parallel to the green color tone. That’s why we can see the yellow barrier wall, but they can’t see us, for some logic reason. So, the slope from the southwestern corner towards the north is…is..,” he snaps his finger then gasps.
    I smile and spy on Buffo. I exhale, frowning with disappointment, not being there. I whisper.
    “My particular green park place is pretty with flowers, not fun with waves. The water looks, so inviting with the bright sun and calm waves. All the teens are laughing and splashing around in the water. The orange color tone looked fun, also, when I saw the galloping horses, and flaming campsites, and food cooking, instead of violent rainstorms.” I gasp, smiling and nodding. “Buffo has advanced into the red color tone. Yay hay! He’s catching up with me. I’m so happy and I’m so relieved,” I bounce side to side then stop. I gasp. “No. Yes. No. Yes. No way. Yes way,” shaking my curls then narrow my eyelashes. Then, I wipe the red dust from the wall with both hands and arms, studying the female. The female stands, too close to Buffo, on the sailing boat, then he wraps his arm around her. I growl. “No. Yes. No. Yes. Duchie is there with Buffo. That is impossible.” I swing around and scan the pretty and ugly flowers, within my park place, of the green color tone. I see the back muscles of Rincon.
    He is tossing his arms, spinning in a circle, scanning the sky, the ground, the sun, the flowers, and the trees. He’s talking to himself about the angles of the geometric puzzle of the sun and the multiple barrier walls.
    “Whatever!” I exhale, scanning the room of mirrors, the trees, the sky, and the flowers. “I don’t remember, seeing her exit the room of mirrors, here. So, how is possible that Duchie is with Buffo, inside the red color tone?” I snap my fingers, nodding. “Use your brain! Remember the order of the color chart. Pink, yellow, orange, red, and then the green color, so Duchie met the one-fourth rule, answering, correctly, only one question out four academic questions. Then, she stayed within the red color tone, while Buffo has passed with 75 percent of his academic questions, into the red color tone. It was completely accidently, in there, they had met. Good! I puzzled that logic out. Buffo is getting closer