Chapter 6
“I’ve constantly spent my life waiting for the other shoe to drop. With every corner I turn I’m always expecting to be smacked in the face and with every new person I meet I’m always waiting for them to yell You’ve been punked. Call it superstitious because I’m a Gypsy, or call it paranoia because I watch way too many Supernatural Saturdays on BBC, or you can just call it the ugly truth; I’m not normal.” ~Anna
“I’m sorry but we’re closed,” Anna called from the back of the store. It had been a slow day and she had dozed off and slept right past closing time, also known as lock the door so the crazies don’t come in time. When no one answered her, she grabbed the can of Mace spray she kept at the counter and made her way around the book shelves and display racks.
Her feet came t
