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wanted to practice making it one more time to cut down on the possibility of a last-minute meltdown. We had made it in cooking class. The chef had told us how Italians like to dip their biscotti in wine, when it was served as a dessert.
I figured I better try the wine as well. I poured a small glass and got down to business.
I took out all the ingredients and put them on the counter in front of me. Flour, salt, sugar, butter. I began mixing everything together. If this batch turned out, I was going to give them to Jesse’s dad. I had already bought a remastered copy of an early ZZ Top album for him and planned to drop them off at his garage after work tomorrow. Now all there was to do was to make the cookies and place them in the snowman tin I had bought.
I mixed the dough, adding cranberries and dark chocolate. When it was all together, I rolled the mixture into a ball and put it in the fridge for half an hour. The wine was a little too sweet but it would probably go well with the biscotti.
I thought about what David had said. How he wished I could see the future.
I had convinced myself that that was exactly what I was seeing in the vision. Something that hadn’t happened yet. It made sense. That’s why Kate and I hadn’t found any information about a body in that alley. Because there was no body. Not yet.
I jumped when the phone rang.
It was Kate.
“Hey, Abby,” she said. “I’ll be here late again.”
“Wow,” I said, pulling myself together. “You’ve really been putting in the hours lately.”
“Well, things are a little weird here. I’ll tell you about it later. But anyway, I wanted to let you know and also ask about what Dr. Krowe said.”
I was supposed to see him earlier, but he had called to cancel our appointment. He gave me a condensed version over the phone of what he had found out.
“He said that it’s possible,” I said. “He found two other cases of people who were color blind and then started dreaming in color first and were eventually able to see colors.”
“Oh, my God, Abby. That sounds like great news.”
“Sure,” I said, leaning on the counter.
“Well, you don’t sound too excited.”
“I don’t know. For one patient it took almost 10 years to fully get there, and for the other one it was 22 years. And neither had lost it in an accident, they were just born that way. My case doesn’t seem to fit into the pattern.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well, you never know. Maybe you’ll be a freak in a good way and yours will come back in a year. I still think it might be good news. Stay positive. I’ll see you in the morning.”
After we hung up I had a few more sips of the wine while I waited for the timer to go off. I preheated the oven and watched the temperature rise.
When it was time I sliced the dough like the recipe said. Biscotti meant twice baked. So I would bake them again.
I brought them out of the oven after the second go around. I took a bite of one too soon, burning the roof of my mouth. I remembered the wine and dipped the next bite. Better. Much better. In fact it was close to perfection. I would have to pick up a bottle of the wine for Jesse’s dad as well.
My mind wandered as I placed the biscotti in the tin. It had been a few days since Ty had gotten back to Bend and I hadn’t heard from him. I checked the charge on my phone. It was still going strong.
Suddenly my knees went weak. I was struck down by the thought that this was how it was going to be. Ty was back in Bend.
Starting a new life.
Without me.
CHAPTER 22
It was only 10:15, but I was tired. I decided to turn in early.
It didn’t take long before I was back in the alley. It was snowing again. She was dead again, her blood flowing as red as ever.
As my legs dragged me toward her, I tried to pay attention to my surroundings, to every detail.
But all I could see were the bricks and the row of old seats and the snow and the blood. But there was something new, something I
I figured I better try the wine as well. I poured a small glass and got down to business.
I took out all the ingredients and put them on the counter in front of me. Flour, salt, sugar, butter. I began mixing everything together. If this batch turned out, I was going to give them to Jesse’s dad. I had already bought a remastered copy of an early ZZ Top album for him and planned to drop them off at his garage after work tomorrow. Now all there was to do was to make the cookies and place them in the snowman tin I had bought.
I mixed the dough, adding cranberries and dark chocolate. When it was all together, I rolled the mixture into a ball and put it in the fridge for half an hour. The wine was a little too sweet but it would probably go well with the biscotti.
I thought about what David had said. How he wished I could see the future.
I had convinced myself that that was exactly what I was seeing in the vision. Something that hadn’t happened yet. It made sense. That’s why Kate and I hadn’t found any information about a body in that alley. Because there was no body. Not yet.
I jumped when the phone rang.
It was Kate.
“Hey, Abby,” she said. “I’ll be here late again.”
“Wow,” I said, pulling myself together. “You’ve really been putting in the hours lately.”
“Well, things are a little weird here. I’ll tell you about it later. But anyway, I wanted to let you know and also ask about what Dr. Krowe said.”
I was supposed to see him earlier, but he had called to cancel our appointment. He gave me a condensed version over the phone of what he had found out.
“He said that it’s possible,” I said. “He found two other cases of people who were color blind and then started dreaming in color first and were eventually able to see colors.”
“Oh, my God, Abby. That sounds like great news.”
“Sure,” I said, leaning on the counter.
“Well, you don’t sound too excited.”
“I don’t know. For one patient it took almost 10 years to fully get there, and for the other one it was 22 years. And neither had lost it in an accident, they were just born that way. My case doesn’t seem to fit into the pattern.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well, you never know. Maybe you’ll be a freak in a good way and yours will come back in a year. I still think it might be good news. Stay positive. I’ll see you in the morning.”
After we hung up I had a few more sips of the wine while I waited for the timer to go off. I preheated the oven and watched the temperature rise.
When it was time I sliced the dough like the recipe said. Biscotti meant twice baked. So I would bake them again.
I brought them out of the oven after the second go around. I took a bite of one too soon, burning the roof of my mouth. I remembered the wine and dipped the next bite. Better. Much better. In fact it was close to perfection. I would have to pick up a bottle of the wine for Jesse’s dad as well.
My mind wandered as I placed the biscotti in the tin. It had been a few days since Ty had gotten back to Bend and I hadn’t heard from him. I checked the charge on my phone. It was still going strong.
Suddenly my knees went weak. I was struck down by the thought that this was how it was going to be. Ty was back in Bend.
Starting a new life.
Without me.
CHAPTER 22
It was only 10:15, but I was tired. I decided to turn in early.
It didn’t take long before I was back in the alley. It was snowing again. She was dead again, her blood flowing as red as ever.
As my legs dragged me toward her, I tried to pay attention to my surroundings, to every detail.
But all I could see were the bricks and the row of old seats and the snow and the blood. But there was something new, something I
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