Her giggle reveals the source of my apprehension. “Hey, Cora Bell. Aren’t you supposed to be at the revival?” Another giggle that conveys nervousness. “It’s just me…Brenda…and a new acquaintance.” Then the pair are quiet and motionless while I count to ten before responding.
“What a relief. Hello, Brenda.” I hear a single shh! from the pair who stay in a darkened doorway where I cannot see them. “I’ll be on my way. But I’m safe – thanks for warning me. The Brunette Killer chases down young pretty brunettes like you, not old women like me. See you tomorrow.”
shh!
After entering our home, I quickly ascend the stairs to my bedroom where I sit to typewrite, make notes, and scribble until I hear the front door open and close. Time had not announced its own passing. But my mom and dad do not
