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James hadn’t believed her until the body had been found.
Markie didn’t want to believe that Nan had gifts as her grandmother called them. She accepted these
gifts
as luck. Plain and simple luck.
“Why is your dream relevant and how is this going to help me find Sydney?”
She wasn’t in the mood to hear about Nan’s dreams, the man in it or her premonitions this morning.
“It breaks my heart to see how far the two of you have drifted apart.” Sadness marred her voice.
“That’s Sydney’s doing,” Markie said not liking the path the conversation was heading down. It was the ‘defend Sydney path.’
“Maybe, but you’re sisters. Sydney is not as strong as you. She never recovered from your parent’s death.”
She’d heard that argument more times than she cared for and had always kept quiet. It was one excuse after another with Sydney. She couldn’t go to school because she was sick. Real reason—She hadn’t studied for her chemistry test. When she’d gotten arrested for fraud, it was her boyfriend’s fault. It was always someone else’s fault. This morning she couldn’t hold her tongue. All the years of resentment bubbled to the surface. It was time Sydney grew up and Nan to stop making excuses for her.
“I survived, Nan. When Jared called off our wedding I got through it. I walked away from my job as a cop and I got through that, too.”
“By throwing yourself into your work and shutting people out,” Nan said. “When I die it’ll just be you and Syd left. If we have to carry her until she finds her footing then so be it. She’s your sister.”
Silence.
“Now, about this man…”
Markie didn’t want to hear about the mysterious man because she knew it was Beck. The fact that she kept dreaming about him was starting to get on her nerves.
That can be easily explained, she told herself simply. It was because of his connection to Sydney why she kept thinking about him. Nothing else. Once she found Sydney then she would no longer dream about him. He would no longer be a presence in her life.
“I don’t have time to hear about your dream, Nan,” she snapped.
“Why are you angry with me?”
“I’m not. I get uncomfortable when you talk about that hocus pocus stuff.”
“Hocus pocus stuff? I can’t help what I see or feel and will not repress it because it makes people uncomfortable. What about you? Do you think it’s normal to glance at a five-page document and repeat it word for word?”
With the sequence of events that had happened in the last couple of days she could do without Nan’s predictions or being called abnormal. Then she thought, why should she be the only one feeling lousy and carrying the burden.
“Fine. Why don’t you save me the trouble and look into your crystal ball and tell me where to find Sydney?”
There was silence on the other end of the phone and she heard a sniffle. Markie felt like an eel. Nan didn’t deserve that. She was trying to help the only way she knew how. She’d given up her life when her son and daughter-in-law died to raise their children. Not once did she complain.
“I’m sorry, Nan.”
“I know. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Wait. Why don’t you drop by the office today? You can see that I’m okay and you don’t have to spend the day worrying.”
“I will,” Nan said and Markie could almost hear the smile in her voice.
Placing the phone back on the cradle, she slipped out of bed and headed to the small adjoining bathroom. She turned on the light and wanted to turn it back off. It wasn’t the avocado green walls, sink or tub that had her wanting to run. It was her reflection in the mirror.
Last night her right eye had been slightly swollen, with mild discoloration. This morning the skin around the eye was almost black, the sclera red. No amount of makeup in the world could hide her black eye and she didn’t even want to try.
Instead, she opted for the bag of frozen peas in the freezer and held it against her
Markie didn’t want to believe that Nan had gifts as her grandmother called them. She accepted these
gifts
as luck. Plain and simple luck.
“Why is your dream relevant and how is this going to help me find Sydney?”
She wasn’t in the mood to hear about Nan’s dreams, the man in it or her premonitions this morning.
“It breaks my heart to see how far the two of you have drifted apart.” Sadness marred her voice.
“That’s Sydney’s doing,” Markie said not liking the path the conversation was heading down. It was the ‘defend Sydney path.’
“Maybe, but you’re sisters. Sydney is not as strong as you. She never recovered from your parent’s death.”
She’d heard that argument more times than she cared for and had always kept quiet. It was one excuse after another with Sydney. She couldn’t go to school because she was sick. Real reason—She hadn’t studied for her chemistry test. When she’d gotten arrested for fraud, it was her boyfriend’s fault. It was always someone else’s fault. This morning she couldn’t hold her tongue. All the years of resentment bubbled to the surface. It was time Sydney grew up and Nan to stop making excuses for her.
“I survived, Nan. When Jared called off our wedding I got through it. I walked away from my job as a cop and I got through that, too.”
“By throwing yourself into your work and shutting people out,” Nan said. “When I die it’ll just be you and Syd left. If we have to carry her until she finds her footing then so be it. She’s your sister.”
Silence.
“Now, about this man…”
Markie didn’t want to hear about the mysterious man because she knew it was Beck. The fact that she kept dreaming about him was starting to get on her nerves.
That can be easily explained, she told herself simply. It was because of his connection to Sydney why she kept thinking about him. Nothing else. Once she found Sydney then she would no longer dream about him. He would no longer be a presence in her life.
“I don’t have time to hear about your dream, Nan,” she snapped.
“Why are you angry with me?”
“I’m not. I get uncomfortable when you talk about that hocus pocus stuff.”
“Hocus pocus stuff? I can’t help what I see or feel and will not repress it because it makes people uncomfortable. What about you? Do you think it’s normal to glance at a five-page document and repeat it word for word?”
With the sequence of events that had happened in the last couple of days she could do without Nan’s predictions or being called abnormal. Then she thought, why should she be the only one feeling lousy and carrying the burden.
“Fine. Why don’t you save me the trouble and look into your crystal ball and tell me where to find Sydney?”
There was silence on the other end of the phone and she heard a sniffle. Markie felt like an eel. Nan didn’t deserve that. She was trying to help the only way she knew how. She’d given up her life when her son and daughter-in-law died to raise their children. Not once did she complain.
“I’m sorry, Nan.”
“I know. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Wait. Why don’t you drop by the office today? You can see that I’m okay and you don’t have to spend the day worrying.”
“I will,” Nan said and Markie could almost hear the smile in her voice.
Placing the phone back on the cradle, she slipped out of bed and headed to the small adjoining bathroom. She turned on the light and wanted to turn it back off. It wasn’t the avocado green walls, sink or tub that had her wanting to run. It was her reflection in the mirror.
Last night her right eye had been slightly swollen, with mild discoloration. This morning the skin around the eye was almost black, the sclera red. No amount of makeup in the world could hide her black eye and she didn’t even want to try.
Instead, she opted for the bag of frozen peas in the freezer and held it against her
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