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Euclid and the black cat were perched on the back of the sofa watching over Finch.
The soft click of shoes on the wood floor caused Angie to turn towards the hall. Ellie came into the foyer carrying a tray with a glass of water and a cup of tea on it. She put an index finger to her lips indicating the need for quiet.
Angie nodded.
Ellie went into the living room and placed the tray on the coffee table. She went back into the foyer and took Angie by the elbow steering her down the hallway and into the family room at the back of the house.
“What’s been happening?” Angie asked. “How’s Mr. Finch?”
Ellie sat down on the comfy sofa. “He seems fine now. I think the spell or whatever it was is over.”
Angie blew out a sigh of relief.
“He wanted to search the house for you. Courtney came down and corralled him in the living room. She told him you would be angry if he didn’t behave.”
The corners of Angie’s mouth turned up and she couldn’t keep herself from chuckling.
Ellie frowned. “Yes. Laugh. I was a nervous wreck.” She pulled her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “After three hours of his foolishness, he suddenly got a headache and collapsed on the sofa. Courtney and Jenna stayed with him. He fell asleep, but had wild dreams. He was calling out, thrashing.”
“Oh, no.” Angie felt awful for causing Finch’s ordeal.
“At last, he calmed. He’s been quiet. I think he’ll be okay when he wakes up.” Ellie shook her head. “Our poor guests, the Foleys. Mrs. Foley wanted to call an ambulance. She was sure Finch had lost his mind, or he’d had a stroke. I made up a story that Finch had a strong reaction to a new medication.”
“What clever thinking. You handled the whole mess perfectly.” Angie praised her sister. “Where are Jenna and Courtney?”
“They’re in Jenna’s shop working on the jewelry.”
Euclid and the black cat appeared at the entrance to the family room. Euclid let out a howl. Ellie and Angie jumped.
“Finch must be awake. Euclid and the other cat have been watching over him.” Ellie stood up and headed for the living room with Angie following behind. Ellie said over her shoulder, “We need to name that cat. And why is she always trying to get into my office?”
“Is she? I didn’t know.”
“She meows at the door until I let her in there,” Ellie said. “She’s obsessed with that room.”
They approached the living room.
Mr. Finch was sitting up on the sofa rubbing his forehead. A lock of his gray hair hung over his face. He lifted his tired eyes as the girls and the cats hurried towards him. Making eye contact with Finch, a quiver of worry shuddered down Angie’s spine that maybe the spell hadn’t let go of him, but his voice was soft and his facial expression remained flat when he saw her. Angie let out the breath she had been holding tight in her lungs.
“How are you feeling, Mr. Finch?” Angie wondered if Finch would remember the feelings he had experienced for her.
“I had a headache. It came on quickly.” He reached for the glass of water.
“Can we get you anything?” Ellie sat down in the chair next to the sofa.
Finch gulped his water and set the glass back on the tray. “I think I’d like to go up to my room. Perhaps take a shower.” He glanced around looking for his cane.
Angie spotted the cane partially hidden under the sofa. She bent and lifted it off the floor. She passed it to Mr. Finch and as they both held on to it, a wave of dizziness washed over her. Angie sucked in a short, quick gasp. Her vision darkened until she could only see through a small hole.
She pictured herself standing at the top of a long staircase. A man’s voice shouted, but the sound was muffled. The anger in the voice was directed at her. Adrenaline pulsed through her veins. The voice shouted again, closer this time. Someone came at her. His hands clutched her neck and pushed her backwards. In slow motion, she plunged down the
Euclid and the black cat were perched on the back of the sofa watching over Finch.
The soft click of shoes on the wood floor caused Angie to turn towards the hall. Ellie came into the foyer carrying a tray with a glass of water and a cup of tea on it. She put an index finger to her lips indicating the need for quiet.
Angie nodded.
Ellie went into the living room and placed the tray on the coffee table. She went back into the foyer and took Angie by the elbow steering her down the hallway and into the family room at the back of the house.
“What’s been happening?” Angie asked. “How’s Mr. Finch?”
Ellie sat down on the comfy sofa. “He seems fine now. I think the spell or whatever it was is over.”
Angie blew out a sigh of relief.
“He wanted to search the house for you. Courtney came down and corralled him in the living room. She told him you would be angry if he didn’t behave.”
The corners of Angie’s mouth turned up and she couldn’t keep herself from chuckling.
Ellie frowned. “Yes. Laugh. I was a nervous wreck.” She pulled her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “After three hours of his foolishness, he suddenly got a headache and collapsed on the sofa. Courtney and Jenna stayed with him. He fell asleep, but had wild dreams. He was calling out, thrashing.”
“Oh, no.” Angie felt awful for causing Finch’s ordeal.
“At last, he calmed. He’s been quiet. I think he’ll be okay when he wakes up.” Ellie shook her head. “Our poor guests, the Foleys. Mrs. Foley wanted to call an ambulance. She was sure Finch had lost his mind, or he’d had a stroke. I made up a story that Finch had a strong reaction to a new medication.”
“What clever thinking. You handled the whole mess perfectly.” Angie praised her sister. “Where are Jenna and Courtney?”
“They’re in Jenna’s shop working on the jewelry.”
Euclid and the black cat appeared at the entrance to the family room. Euclid let out a howl. Ellie and Angie jumped.
“Finch must be awake. Euclid and the other cat have been watching over him.” Ellie stood up and headed for the living room with Angie following behind. Ellie said over her shoulder, “We need to name that cat. And why is she always trying to get into my office?”
“Is she? I didn’t know.”
“She meows at the door until I let her in there,” Ellie said. “She’s obsessed with that room.”
They approached the living room.
Mr. Finch was sitting up on the sofa rubbing his forehead. A lock of his gray hair hung over his face. He lifted his tired eyes as the girls and the cats hurried towards him. Making eye contact with Finch, a quiver of worry shuddered down Angie’s spine that maybe the spell hadn’t let go of him, but his voice was soft and his facial expression remained flat when he saw her. Angie let out the breath she had been holding tight in her lungs.
“How are you feeling, Mr. Finch?” Angie wondered if Finch would remember the feelings he had experienced for her.
“I had a headache. It came on quickly.” He reached for the glass of water.
“Can we get you anything?” Ellie sat down in the chair next to the sofa.
Finch gulped his water and set the glass back on the tray. “I think I’d like to go up to my room. Perhaps take a shower.” He glanced around looking for his cane.
Angie spotted the cane partially hidden under the sofa. She bent and lifted it off the floor. She passed it to Mr. Finch and as they both held on to it, a wave of dizziness washed over her. Angie sucked in a short, quick gasp. Her vision darkened until she could only see through a small hole.
She pictured herself standing at the top of a long staircase. A man’s voice shouted, but the sound was muffled. The anger in the voice was directed at her. Adrenaline pulsed through her veins. The voice shouted again, closer this time. Someone came at her. His hands clutched her neck and pushed her backwards. In slow motion, she plunged down the
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