Chapter 38

In doing so, Judy said, “Don’t you worry about me, young man. No one should ever have to worry about me.”

I simply nodded, still felt acidy-sick in my stomach, and attempted a fake smile to please her, although I really couldn’t pull it off. Thereafter, Judy slammed the car door closed, walked up to the Tudor that Nora and I had grown up in, and vanished behind its walnut-colored door.

“Safe,” I whispered, knowing it was my turn to say such a thing, but not really understanding why exactly. And then I pulled away from that haunting house and my mother, having every intention of finding Jim at The Strange, allowing him an hour or just slightly more time inside his favorite bookstore to do what he wanted and needed to do. Afterward, I would drive him home, returning to the city, its sky-reaching buildings, and the sane reality that encompassed my life—my own little orb of safety and hidden graves. Peacefulness with fiancé.

(End)

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