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Chapter 19 I woke up at five on the dot and sat up in my bed. I had to go to Mina Fox's house. Had to. I got up and glanced out the window as I got dressed. Overcast again and threatening rain or maybe even sleet. Such a contrast from the day before in 1927. I pulled on jeans and a turtleneck then a hoodie and a polar fleece vest with a waterproof hood. I started to reach for my Converse sneakers, but halfway there my hand just veered the other way and grabbed my boots. I had experienced this feeling before, this compulsion to do or not do a thing. I had had it for years when I had stayed in my hometown after high school. Mostly it had been of shorter durations, a need to leave early for work one day or not go to school on another, and once the decision was made the feeling went away.