Segment 12.9

Wikipedia…Google…none of the usual suspects yielded any information about “The Wycliff Fellowship.” Searching for Wycliff alone yielded nothing relevant. The foundation, its sprawling parent corporation, and the shadowy family that had created the entire empire proved invisible. Bobbi fought down the pang of unease tingling along her body and tried that urban legends site, just [...]

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Segment 12.6

In the end, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“No,” Emmy told the furry shadow at her heel. “Bertie’s things deserve the same respect I gave poor, dear Albert when he died.” The kitten answered with a yawp. “I will do just as I did then and hang them all in the left side of [...]

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Segment 11.7

One after the other, every pencil in the room scraped across its respective desk along the length of a t-square.
“Darn,” someone snarled.
Bobbi drifted to the side of the snarling student. His eyes remained trained on the paper where he shifted the head of the square around to bring it flush to the side for [...]

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Segment 10.7

The dryer yielded more than a mere lump of pinkish, grayish clothing. A driver’s license lay at the bottom of the cylinder after Emmy pulled the last bit of laundry out and dumped it in a basket for folding. She examined the card, eyeing the grinning image of the man she knew as “Bertie.”
“Must [...]

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Segment 10.5

Once a week, it was milk and eggs and then a list of five or more premium meats and a box of shredded wheat. The lady of the house smiled as if it took every once of energy in her body to make the expression appear on her face. She always paid by check but [...]

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Segment 9.5

The squeal of brakes and the thump of something being struck, followed by a crumpling sound, drowned out the words that Sam was forming. Emerald leapt up and covered her ears, wailing “No! There they go again!”
Dinah poised her pen over the papers on her lap as Sam stood, offering his hand to Emmy. Dinah [...]

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Segment 9.3

All the pill bottles looked alike. The neat little chart was no help. It somehow made no sense at all. Polly curled and uncurled her fingers as she contemplated the fleet of containers on her dresser. The sound of water rushing in the bathroom startled her out of her dazed slump.
“Lyndsey?” she called.
Bobbi drifted into [...]

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Segment 8.5

She said her goodnights and repeated herself. On the second hearing, Peter understood her at last.
“You sure you don’t want me to walk you in?”
“No I don’t. Thank you for dinner, Peter. I love that someone thought to take me out. I’ve grown so tired of the same four walls.”
“Any time, of course.”
Polly watched him [...]

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Segment 7.9

More laundry, linens stained and damp from the afternoon tea, awaited attention in the dining room. “Such messy guests,” Emmy commented as she gathered the last of the used dishes and began to strip the table. “Well, it’s better than being a lonely old widow, isn’t it?” She chuckled and added, “I don’t have to [...]

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Segment 7.1

Polly’s name drifted out into the darkness of her home, echoing up the staircase, sounding across the living room, disappearing into the utility area. “No answer,” Lyndsey noted, laying his keys on the kitchen counter. “I can’t imagine where she’s gone.” His voice trembled as he spoke. He turned a pleading gaze to Bobbi.
She crept [...]

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