washing away the chalk.
I hurried to the car, careful to look in the back seat. No one was there. I knew there was a trash can outside the local coffee shop, so I drove there as fast as I could in the weather conditions. The rain was blinding now. I hopped out and threw the trash bag in the trash can, and then drove home. Luckily no one saw me; talk spreads quickly in a small town. I parked for a while and looked around for any sign of anyone else, then had to use a bit of self-talk to motivate myself to leave the safety of the car and get back in the house.
I managed to unlock the front door after fumbling with the keys, went inside and locked the door behind me in double quick time, and hurried to look in places that intruders could hide. I then stripped off and threw all my clothes in the washing machine, and added a handful of sea salt and lemongrass brew to the water.
Once the washing was underway, I headed for the bathroom and ran a bath with sea salt, Epsom Salts, rue, and my newly purchased hyssop. I am a bit of a clean freak but two baths in one night was a record even for me. Still, it's the best spiritual cleanser I know, and I felt I needed it after the voodoo doll.
The rain had left me cold so I hopped from foot to foot in an attempt to warm up while the bath was filling. When it was full, I climbed in the bath. I lay there and calmed my breathing. This was the first time I had relaxed in days.
I had a whole five minutes of relaxation before a knock came again. I was terrified. I climbed out of the bath, wrapped a towel around me, quickly dried my hands, and snatched up my iPhone ready to call the police.
What would be on the doorstep now, a live snake? A man with a gun? A zombi?
Now I was getting silly, but the possibilities were endless. Forget the golf driver; I picked up a can of Raid bug spray and edged towards the door.
The knock came again. I went cold all over. My breathing sounded loud. I remembered that my former karate instructor had said, "If they can hear you breathe, they'll kill you." That didn't help. I tried to quiet my breathing which made me even more tense and my breathing even louder.
The knock came again, louder. Terrified, I ran to the door, and wrenched it open, held the can of Raid at head height and sprayed.
"Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later."
(Mary Bly)
Chapter Fifteen .
The man on the doorstep ducked away from the spray, and at that moment, lightning flashed.
"Misty!"
It was Jamie Smith. To say I was surprised was quite the understatement.
"Jamie? Jamie! What are you doing here? Did I get you with the Raid? Are you okay?" My words tumbled out one after the other.
I must have looked like a mad woman, standing there, in a towel, soaking wet, wielding a can of Raid.
"Misty, can I come in?"
I stood aside and let Jamie in, then locked the door behind him. I carefully placed the Raid on the floor, next to the door.
Jamie looked amused. "Do you always answer the door before you're dressed?"
"I wasn't answering the door; I was trying to spray you."
It was obvious to me that Jamie was doing his best not to laugh. "Do I look like a crawling insect?"
I just stared at him. Why hadn't he called to say he was coming? I would have gotten dressed if he had. I was acutely aware I was only wearing a towel.
Jamie kept talking. He eyed off the golf iron and the Raid sitting close together. "Who were you expecting? What's been happening?"
I didn't answer, as I was doing the math, a skill which I do not possess in spades. If Jamie had left England after I texted "Alfred," how did he get here so fast? When I had flown to England, it had been a twenty two hour flight. How many hours since I texted? Twelve. No wait, it was yesterday, or was it the day before? It was now around 2 a.m.
I had texted "Alfred" sometime around midday yesterday. Twenty four hours would bring me to midday today. Twelve more hours would bring me to midnight,
I hurried to the car, careful to look in the back seat. No one was there. I knew there was a trash can outside the local coffee shop, so I drove there as fast as I could in the weather conditions. The rain was blinding now. I hopped out and threw the trash bag in the trash can, and then drove home. Luckily no one saw me; talk spreads quickly in a small town. I parked for a while and looked around for any sign of anyone else, then had to use a bit of self-talk to motivate myself to leave the safety of the car and get back in the house.
I managed to unlock the front door after fumbling with the keys, went inside and locked the door behind me in double quick time, and hurried to look in places that intruders could hide. I then stripped off and threw all my clothes in the washing machine, and added a handful of sea salt and lemongrass brew to the water.
Once the washing was underway, I headed for the bathroom and ran a bath with sea salt, Epsom Salts, rue, and my newly purchased hyssop. I am a bit of a clean freak but two baths in one night was a record even for me. Still, it's the best spiritual cleanser I know, and I felt I needed it after the voodoo doll.
The rain had left me cold so I hopped from foot to foot in an attempt to warm up while the bath was filling. When it was full, I climbed in the bath. I lay there and calmed my breathing. This was the first time I had relaxed in days.
I had a whole five minutes of relaxation before a knock came again. I was terrified. I climbed out of the bath, wrapped a towel around me, quickly dried my hands, and snatched up my iPhone ready to call the police.
What would be on the doorstep now, a live snake? A man with a gun? A zombi?
Now I was getting silly, but the possibilities were endless. Forget the golf driver; I picked up a can of Raid bug spray and edged towards the door.
The knock came again. I went cold all over. My breathing sounded loud. I remembered that my former karate instructor had said, "If they can hear you breathe, they'll kill you." That didn't help. I tried to quiet my breathing which made me even more tense and my breathing even louder.
The knock came again, louder. Terrified, I ran to the door, and wrenched it open, held the can of Raid at head height and sprayed.
"Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later."
(Mary Bly)
Chapter Fifteen .
The man on the doorstep ducked away from the spray, and at that moment, lightning flashed.
"Misty!"
It was Jamie Smith. To say I was surprised was quite the understatement.
"Jamie? Jamie! What are you doing here? Did I get you with the Raid? Are you okay?" My words tumbled out one after the other.
I must have looked like a mad woman, standing there, in a towel, soaking wet, wielding a can of Raid.
"Misty, can I come in?"
I stood aside and let Jamie in, then locked the door behind him. I carefully placed the Raid on the floor, next to the door.
Jamie looked amused. "Do you always answer the door before you're dressed?"
"I wasn't answering the door; I was trying to spray you."
It was obvious to me that Jamie was doing his best not to laugh. "Do I look like a crawling insect?"
I just stared at him. Why hadn't he called to say he was coming? I would have gotten dressed if he had. I was acutely aware I was only wearing a towel.
Jamie kept talking. He eyed off the golf iron and the Raid sitting close together. "Who were you expecting? What's been happening?"
I didn't answer, as I was doing the math, a skill which I do not possess in spades. If Jamie had left England after I texted "Alfred," how did he get here so fast? When I had flown to England, it had been a twenty two hour flight. How many hours since I texted? Twelve. No wait, it was yesterday, or was it the day before? It was now around 2 a.m.
I had texted "Alfred" sometime around midday yesterday. Twenty four hours would bring me to midday today. Twelve more hours would bring me to midnight,
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