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girl’s name again? The middle one, you know, cute, long, dark hair.”
Natalie smiled. “Penny. Her name was Penny.”
“Yes, that’s right. Penny. Do you remember telling me that you were going to marry her?”
“Mom, I was nine.”
“Okay, do you remember the Partridge Family ? The oldest sister, Laurie? I seem to recall you saying you had a crush on her also.”
Natalie knew her face turned bright red. “Mom!”
“Oh, and let’s not forget how you would never miss an episode of Days of Our Lives, with that Hope character, and—”
“Oh, I’ve got one!” Mary shot her hand in the air. “Pick me, pick me!”
Natalie’s mother pointed obligingly. “Your turn, dear. Go ahead.”
“Nat, do you remember all the hair bands? You loved them.”
“Mary, they were men.”
“No, Natalie. They were pretty, pretty boys with lots of hair and they wore makeup.” She stirred in her chair. “Come to think of it, I loved them, also. Hmm. No, I’m just kidding. Nat, honey, all I have to do is look at your art and know how much you love women and their bodies. It completely personifies how beautiful women are.” Mary smiled. “Would any of this have something to do with the blond Amazon today?”
Natalie looked at her folded hands. “Maybe, but I don’t know if I would have considered dating her if it hadn’t been for the dreams about Sarah.”
“Is this Sarah the one in the painting?” her mother asked.
“I’m sure of it. I just have this feeling I know her. I mean, I thought she looked familiar before I had the dream, too. What did you mean, Mom, when you said this is a doorway?”
“Well, you telling me of your dream is proof of that theory. It is a feminine energy that comes through there. I also sense deep love and passion.”
“Do you believe me that she’s moved positions in the painting?”
“Wait a minute,” Mary jumped in. “You didn’t tell me about that. So you’re telling me that woman moved in the painting then came on to you? Do you realize how that sounds?”
“Of course I realize how it sounds,” Natalie snapped. “That’s why I didn’t tell you. Mom, do you think I’m going crazy?”
“No, Natalie. I don’t think you’re going crazy. I believe there are other forces at work here. We will try and research to get to the bottom of it. What do you know of the male spirit? Did you dream of him also?”
The hair on Natalie’s arms stood on end. “He seems violent and I’m a little scared of him. But I don’t know if it’s my fear or Sarah’s.”
A look of disgust covered Mary’s face. “ What man spirit? Now what are you talking about?” She stopped, opened her mouth, and stopped again. “Oh. This has to do with the previous owners, right? And why everyone who has lived here in the past leaves.”
“I think it’s time you told us about what you’ve heard about this house. We can talk about my sexual orientation later.” Natalie rolled her shoulders at the sudden tension in the room. “Is it me or is it colder in here?”
“The subject should be brought up in another location. If it’s as negative as I think it is, the energy feeds off of attention. Especially fear.”
“Can he hurt Natalie?” Mary asked.
“I’d love to say no, but I’m not sure. I don’t know enough about it yet.”
“But you will, I have faith in you. Now what do we do?”
“Now, we all go out for a nice dinner. Mary, can your men fend for themselves?”
“Why, yes, Miss Colleen. They certainly can. Let me just give them a quick call. I don’t want to miss any of this. There’s a great little restaurant on Main. We can go there.”
“I’ll grab a light sweater.”
Natalie’s mother stood and grabbed her purse. “Which one of you girls is paying?”
“I believe your daughter, the successful lesbian artist, can afford it,” Mary said. “Oh, and don’t think you’re going to get out of telling us about that gorgeous woman at the market today,
Natalie smiled. “Penny. Her name was Penny.”
“Yes, that’s right. Penny. Do you remember telling me that you were going to marry her?”
“Mom, I was nine.”
“Okay, do you remember the Partridge Family ? The oldest sister, Laurie? I seem to recall you saying you had a crush on her also.”
Natalie knew her face turned bright red. “Mom!”
“Oh, and let’s not forget how you would never miss an episode of Days of Our Lives, with that Hope character, and—”
“Oh, I’ve got one!” Mary shot her hand in the air. “Pick me, pick me!”
Natalie’s mother pointed obligingly. “Your turn, dear. Go ahead.”
“Nat, do you remember all the hair bands? You loved them.”
“Mary, they were men.”
“No, Natalie. They were pretty, pretty boys with lots of hair and they wore makeup.” She stirred in her chair. “Come to think of it, I loved them, also. Hmm. No, I’m just kidding. Nat, honey, all I have to do is look at your art and know how much you love women and their bodies. It completely personifies how beautiful women are.” Mary smiled. “Would any of this have something to do with the blond Amazon today?”
Natalie looked at her folded hands. “Maybe, but I don’t know if I would have considered dating her if it hadn’t been for the dreams about Sarah.”
“Is this Sarah the one in the painting?” her mother asked.
“I’m sure of it. I just have this feeling I know her. I mean, I thought she looked familiar before I had the dream, too. What did you mean, Mom, when you said this is a doorway?”
“Well, you telling me of your dream is proof of that theory. It is a feminine energy that comes through there. I also sense deep love and passion.”
“Do you believe me that she’s moved positions in the painting?”
“Wait a minute,” Mary jumped in. “You didn’t tell me about that. So you’re telling me that woman moved in the painting then came on to you? Do you realize how that sounds?”
“Of course I realize how it sounds,” Natalie snapped. “That’s why I didn’t tell you. Mom, do you think I’m going crazy?”
“No, Natalie. I don’t think you’re going crazy. I believe there are other forces at work here. We will try and research to get to the bottom of it. What do you know of the male spirit? Did you dream of him also?”
The hair on Natalie’s arms stood on end. “He seems violent and I’m a little scared of him. But I don’t know if it’s my fear or Sarah’s.”
A look of disgust covered Mary’s face. “ What man spirit? Now what are you talking about?” She stopped, opened her mouth, and stopped again. “Oh. This has to do with the previous owners, right? And why everyone who has lived here in the past leaves.”
“I think it’s time you told us about what you’ve heard about this house. We can talk about my sexual orientation later.” Natalie rolled her shoulders at the sudden tension in the room. “Is it me or is it colder in here?”
“The subject should be brought up in another location. If it’s as negative as I think it is, the energy feeds off of attention. Especially fear.”
“Can he hurt Natalie?” Mary asked.
“I’d love to say no, but I’m not sure. I don’t know enough about it yet.”
“But you will, I have faith in you. Now what do we do?”
“Now, we all go out for a nice dinner. Mary, can your men fend for themselves?”
“Why, yes, Miss Colleen. They certainly can. Let me just give them a quick call. I don’t want to miss any of this. There’s a great little restaurant on Main. We can go there.”
“I’ll grab a light sweater.”
Natalie’s mother stood and grabbed her purse. “Which one of you girls is paying?”
“I believe your daughter, the successful lesbian artist, can afford it,” Mary said. “Oh, and don’t think you’re going to get out of telling us about that gorgeous woman at the market today,
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