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Ыоуве Been Warned :: Patterson James
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I pull back the covers, and Connie stops me.
“Hold on,” she says. “This is serious, Kris. You should’ve heard yourself last night, the things you were saying. Something’s very wrong. I think you need to see that psychiatrist of yours again.”
Been there, done that.
“I’m so sorry I scared you,” I say. “I’ve been having this recurring dream, and it seems so real. I guess I’ve been under a lot of stress lately.”
“What about these pictures you were ranting about? Ghostly images? Transparencies?”
“Part of the dream,” I lie.
Am I embarrassed about going bonkers? Ashamed? Why can’t I talk to one of my best friends about this?
Connie regards me for a moment. “At least call in sick,” she says. “You need to relax.”
“I can’t, Connie. The kids depend on me.”
“Let the Pencil take care of them today. She is their mother, after all.”
“Really, I’m fine.” I fake a smile and swing my feet to the floor. Then I give Connie a little wink. “Do you think I can borrow some clothes?”
Chapter 46
DONNING A PAIR of black slacks and a putty gray turtleneck from Connie’s closet, I’m out of her apartment in less than ten minutes. Normally it takes me a little longer to get ready for work. Then again, normally I don’t have someone – in this case Connie – eyeing me as if any moment I might climb onto a chair and begin shouting, “I’m cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs!”
So as I walk into the Turnbulls’ building and ride the elevator up to the penthouse, I experience something new and different. Being early.
Good. No chance of Penley waiting for me at the door.
Instead, it’s Sean I see immediately. He’s sitting on the floor of the foyer, engrossed in the bright-colored Legos scattered around him. He doesn’t even hear me come in.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
Sean glances up, beaming. “Hi, Miss Kristin!”
I kneel next to him. “Whatcha building? Looks impressive. Sha-zam! Whatis that?”
“A supergalactic missile launcher that will save the world from the evil aliens of planet Thunder.”
“Wow, are they planning to attack us?”
“I think so,” he says with the cutest nod.
I automatically give him the once-over, checking to see that he’s properly dressed for school. He is, from his head right down to his little toes, which happen to be covered by his Jimmy – or is it Penley? – Neutron socks.
“Where’s Dakota?” I ask.
I pull back the covers, and Connie stops me.
“Hold on,” she says. “This is serious, Kris. You should’ve heard yourself last night, the things you were saying. Something’s very wrong. I think you need to see that psychiatrist of yours again.”
Been there, done that.
“I’m so sorry I scared you,” I say. “I’ve been having this recurring dream, and it seems so real. I guess I’ve been under a lot of stress lately.”
“What about these pictures you were ranting about? Ghostly images? Transparencies?”
“Part of the dream,” I lie.
Am I embarrassed about going bonkers? Ashamed? Why can’t I talk to one of my best friends about this?
Connie regards me for a moment. “At least call in sick,” she says. “You need to relax.”
“I can’t, Connie. The kids depend on me.”
“Let the Pencil take care of them today. She is their mother, after all.”
“Really, I’m fine.” I fake a smile and swing my feet to the floor. Then I give Connie a little wink. “Do you think I can borrow some clothes?”
Chapter 46
DONNING A PAIR of black slacks and a putty gray turtleneck from Connie’s closet, I’m out of her apartment in less than ten minutes. Normally it takes me a little longer to get ready for work. Then again, normally I don’t have someone – in this case Connie – eyeing me as if any moment I might climb onto a chair and begin shouting, “I’m cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs!”
So as I walk into the Turnbulls’ building and ride the elevator up to the penthouse, I experience something new and different. Being early.
Good. No chance of Penley waiting for me at the door.
Instead, it’s Sean I see immediately. He’s sitting on the floor of the foyer, engrossed in the bright-colored Legos scattered around him. He doesn’t even hear me come in.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
Sean glances up, beaming. “Hi, Miss Kristin!”
I kneel next to him. “Whatcha building? Looks impressive. Sha-zam! Whatis that?”
“A supergalactic missile launcher that will save the world from the evil aliens of planet Thunder.”
“Wow, are they planning to attack us?”
“I think so,” he says with the cutest nod.
I automatically give him the once-over, checking to see that he’s properly dressed for school. He is, from his head right down to his little toes, which happen to be covered by his Jimmy – or is it Penley? – Neutron socks.
“Where’s Dakota?” I ask.