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leave, but witnessing his continuous degeneration was

enough to give me the courage and the reason to do it. We were sitting in the living room having a

light lunch and watching television. He had messed up

one of his tricks again the night before but had

recovered before the audience realized it. Of course. I knew immediately. It put him off his rhythm, and he actually cut the performance short. going to our finish ten or fifteen minutes before he was scheduled to do so. I didn't say anything about it to him, but the theater manager asked him if everything was all right. I heard him say, "You seemed a little distracted

tonight."

Uncle Palaver assured him he was fine and

blamed any loss of rhythm on his introduction of a

new trick. Of course, there was nothing that new in

the act. and I c

ould see the manager knew it. too. He's

going to lose bookings, I thought. It was inevitable. My voice was actually trembling when I began,

but I was determined to try. "When you were at the

supermarket this morning. I heard Destiny call for

you." I said, and he turned to me slowly, a smile

freezing on his face.

"What?"

"I was sure I had heard her. so I went to the

bedroom to see what she wanted, and we had a nice

talk about you."

"What kind of talk? What are you talking about.

April?" he demanded.

My heart thumped, and my breath caught in my

throat. but I gathered strength and determination and continued. "She said she was worried about you, warned you were worrying too much about her and

because of that maybe drinking a little too much." He stared at me. I held my breath. Would he

scream, shout, tell me to leave?

"Aw," he said, waving his hand. "She worries

too much. I'll speak to her. She's always picking on

that. I know when too much is too much." he said

firmly.


Tags: V.C. Andrews Shadows Horror