Excerpt: LIVING PROOF (that no good deed goes unpunished), Neighborlee, Ohio, Book 4

 

For someone to beskulking around outside anyone's house was odd enough to be creepy. A lot ofthe older generation still didn't bother to lock their doors. If someone cameto visit, they would have left a note, or walked next door to ask Makenzie onthe left or Joe on the right to tell us they had stopped by. Skulking andsetting off Felicity's dogs added up to something that just didn't belong inour town.

Maybe it was someonefrom out of town?

I almost didn't hearPete bark "amen," but survival instincts overrode my temporaryparanoia. I snagged three slices of pizza before I got my eyes open.

Odd thing: I didn’tthink about that flash of impressions, the sparks in the air and tingle in myfingers and seeing Sylvia and the dirty oil slick in the air, until I wasnearly asleep. It was like something had been blocking my memories until Istarted sliding down into sleep.

I didn’t have achance to think too long about it, but the impressions affected my dreams. Atleast, 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 mydreams were warning me of something about to happen. I did not want that. Mylife was already stressful enough. Christmas shopping season had officiallystarted, and I hated shopping.