(missed the last chapter? Go to 49: Snake in the Garden)
I’VE BEEN LYING in the sun only a few moments, it seems, when I hear the voices.
“… amazing recovery … looks twenty years younger.” A man, vaguely familiar.
“But she’s gone the other way. Or so I hear.” A woman. Smug.
“Maybe he stole the years from her.”
“He can suck my bus anytime.”
I yank myself up, suddenly sure they’re talking about John and me.
“Hello?” I call out.
“Hello!” I make my voice cheerful. “It’s Lacy, your neighbor.” I cast about for faces to match the voices. “I fell asleep. Wondering if you know what time it is?”
The wind has picked up. Rustling through the oak leaves like distant laughter. I spy a knothole in the fence and peer through. I see a flash of white, like the tail of man’s shirt, darting away. Read more »