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quips and nasty remarks. "You are bright," she said,

sitting to put on her shoes.

I glanced to her right and saw a suitcase. 'Mat

are you doing?"

"What am I doing? I'm getting a life, getting

away from this insane asylum." "How can you leave?"

I asked, more curious than happy about it.

"Watch me and you'll get the idea. Maybe

someday you'll wake up, realize you're becoming

weirder and weirder, and you'll leave yourself,

although I have big doubts. After all, how can you

stop reading children's books and talking to

shadows?"

She smiled at the expression on my face. "Oh,

you didn't know I overheard you whispering out there

sometimes, did you? Or

that I put my ear to your door

and heard you talking to no one. You're crazy, aren't

you? Do you see dead people?" she asked. laughing.

"I know your mother thinks she does. Everyone

knows about that.

"Which," she added, running a brush through

her hair, "makes me wonder what the hell my father

was thinking when he asked her to marry him." "You just can't run away. You have a big

problem to solve."

"Big problem?"

"We heard. We couldn't help but hear the way

you were screaming at your father."

"Oh, so you're worried about me. Noble man?

Well, don't," she snapped, and tossed her brush onto


Tags: V.C. Andrews Gemini Horror