I pulled into Bea’s driveway, keeping my eyes out for any of
those phone freaks that I had seen at the diner. I wasn’t as young as I use to
be, and while I might be able to outrun one or two of them, I doubt I could
successful fight any of them off.
Grabbing my purse, and double checking to make sure I had my
mace and my Taser, I got out of the car and started towards the side door.
For some reason an old saying of my mother’s flashed through
my mind.
“Company uses the front
door. Friends use the side door.”
I smiled. I don’t think, in all the years I had known her, I
ever walked in through Bea’s front door.
I paused. Had. “I had know her”, past tense.
She was still alive. She was still alive, and I would walk
into her kitchen, and Richard would just be grumpy, and maybe have a cold. They
would both be fine, and this little house, with those sweet and amazing people
that I have known for my entire adult life, would be inside, safe and sound.
I wanted to believe that so bad, but the ever growing silence
around me made my doubts grow.
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