Chris looked up. Then to the side. And froze. Gliding spiderlike, rapidly, close behind Sharon, her body arched backward in a bow with her head almost touching her feet, was Regan, her tongue flicking quickly in and out of her mouth while she sibilantly hissed and moved her head very slightly back and forth like a cobra. Staring numbly, Chris said, “Sharon?” Sharon stopped. So did Regan. Sharon turned and saw nothing. And then screamed and jumped away as she felt Regan’s tongue snaking out at her ankle. Chris threw a hand to her cheek, her face ashen. “Call that doctor and get him out of bed!
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