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When I got in, I took another deep breath and

asked myself if this was truly what I wanted to do. It

is, was my reply.

I turned the key in the ignition, and, without

putting on the headlights. because I knew the glow

would light up the living room and maybe wake Celia.

I backed out of the driveway. Then I turned on the

lights and drove slowly to the corner. I made a right

turn onto the boulevard and headed toward the

highway that would take me west.

On the seat beside me was the paper I had

needed. It was Uncle Palaver's schedule. I knew

where he was now and where he would be tomorrow. Tomorrow had become the most important

word in my mind, because tomorrow. I would be

where I belonged.

Nowhere.

Traveling everywhere. This is why Uncle

Palaver was so happy on the road. I thought. No one

could claim him, and he didn't have to set roots down anywhere. He moved with the wind, when he had a whim, and it was in that movement that he found

comfort and security.

What was it Peter had told Celia when she

asked him if he liked being where he was? "I see the

earth as my home. Anywhere you go, you're under the

same sky."

That's all that mattered, being under the same

sky. The rest of it was just... just window dressing. It had to be wonderful to leave the past behind

and look only to the future.

I used to hate the word soon. I used to hate to

have to depend on tomorrow.

But at this moment, it was the only word that


Tags: V.C. Andrews Shadows Horror