Chapter 76

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

They slept and dreamed of wolves and winged monsters.

“Henry. Hey, Henry, wake up. Listen to this.”

Henry woke up at Jamey’s touch, still tired and stiff. He looked at Jamey groggily as he pushed himself up from their nest of pillows and cushions. Jamey sat beside him, holding newspapers. The light in the lounge was turning from grey to yellow. Sunlight was creeping in through the blinds.

“I woke and couldn’t go back to sleep and I found this on the table over there. Listen. This is in the Richmond Times-Dispatch: “Cherokee Road Mystery Fire Consumes Church, House. Saturday’s fire that burned down a church, and the house next door on Cherokee Road, seems to have no known origin…Well?”

“Well, what?” Henry asked, wishing he could take a shower, God, he was hungry. Of course Jamey couldn’t sleep.

“It’s like it’s not happening, like we don’t exist,” Jamey said, scowling.