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"Sure, anytime."

"I'm going down to visit my folks in Durham, day
after tomorrow. I'll be there two weeks. When I get
back?"

Gabbie shrugged. "Okay."

"Well then. As I said, it's been a pleasure. I do look
forward to the next time."

Phil rose and shook Jack's hand. "Don't be a
stranger," offered Gloria as Jack left through the back
door. Returning to her husband's side, she said, "So,
Gabbie. Things don't seem quite so bad, do they?"

Gabbie sighed. "Oh, he's definitely a hunk; Ducky
Summers would say, 'He's got buns worth dying for.' But
how am I going to keep from losing my lunch when he
shows up with some retard rockhead, cold-blood farm
horse? Ugh!"

Gloria smiled. "Let's unpack another crate, then I'll
chase the boys to bed."

Gabbie nodded resigned agreement, and Phil led her
out of the kitchen. Gloria followed, but as she started to
leave the kitchen she was struck by a sudden feeling of
being watched, as if unfriendly eyes had fastened upon
her. She turned abruptly and for an instant thought she
saw something at one of the windows. Moving her head,
she saw flickering changes in the light of the kitchen bulb
as it reflected off imperfections in the glass. With a slight
sense of uneasiness, Gloria left the kitchen.

5

Sean tried to settle deeply into the bunk bed. The smells
were new to him. Old feather pillows had been dug out of
a closet when it was discovered the boy's familiar ones
hadn't been where they were expected to be, and despite
the clean pillowcases, they had an ancient, musty odor.

And the house made strange sounds. Creaks and groans
could be faintly heard; odd chitters and whispers made
by creatures of darkness had Sean burrowing deeply be-
low the heavy comforter, peeking out over the edge,
afraid to relax his vigil for an instant.

"Patrick?" he whispered, to be answered by his broth-