For someone to be
skulking around outside anyone's house was odd enough to be creepy. A lot of
the older generation still didn't bother to lock their doors. If someone came
to visit, they would have left a note, or walked next door to ask Makenzie on
the left or Joe on the right to tell us they had stopped by. Skulking and
setting off Felicity's dogs added up to something that just didn't belong in
our town.
Maybe it was someone
from out of town?
I almost didn't hear
Pete bark "amen," but survival instincts overrode my temporary
paranoia. I snagged three slices of pizza before I got my eyes open.
Odd thing: I didn’t
think about that flash of impressions, the sparks in the air and tingle in my
fingers and seeing Sylvia and the dirty oil slick in the air, until I was
nearly asleep. It was like something had been blocking my memories until I
started sliding down into sleep.
I didn’t have a
chance to think too long about it, but the impressions affected my dreams. At
least, when I woke up the next morning, I hoped they were just ordinary dreams,
trying to interpret the stress of the day before. My other option was that my
dreams were warning me of something about to happen. I did not want that. My
life was already stressful enough. Christmas shopping season had officially
started, and I hated shopping.
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