The Day Bailey Devlin's Horoscope Came True (The Bailey Devlin Series Book 1) by Rebecca Forster

Author:Rebecca Forster [Forster, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-08-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Morning has broken but luckily that is all.

I have survived a full forty-eight hours with Seymour L. Sullivan. Last night I fed him dinner, put him down to sleep after making sure I knew where his hearing aids were and then we listened to Ethan serenade us. I'm not sure if Ethan does this to soothe my nerves or entertain Seymour who chatters on about his days in a band. When I finally said goodnight, I left him propped on a second pillow and that helped with the snoring. I actually slept pretty well and now here we are. For a few hours at least, I am reclaiming my life. Seymour is dressed, he has had breakfast, and he is sitting on the couch awaiting instructions.

"The study group is coming and I don't want any trouble, okay?"

"Sure thing." He gives me thumbs up, and I give him some DVDs and a huge pair of earphones I found in the back of my linen closet.

"Here, you can wear these while you watch your movie." I hold up the red earphones. Each of them is bigger than his whole head. "You won't hear us, and we won't be distracted by you. If you need to go to the bathroom, I want you to hold up a hand, okay? You don't have to announce it to everyone. Okay?"

"You got it, granddaughter."

"Whatever," I mutter, wishing he wouldn't call me that.

I rush around putting out all the books we'll need and sharpening pencils. I even got new legal pads for notes just to make up to them for the night before last. I look out the window, but I don't see their cars. I put some drinks in the fridge. I look out the window again. I pace. On the T.V. John Wayne is about to take some hill or other as war rages silently on. Seymour smiles, points at his headphones, and then gives me a thumb's up. He's happy. I'm worried. Finally, I hear someone at the door. I run to it and throw it open.

"I didn't think you guys were coming…"

It isn't the study group. It isn't even just one of them. It's Jeffery. The suit is gone along with the hard-soled shoes. Instead he wears a red polo shirt and khakis. The bandage is still there. His eyes are smiling above it, and that's all I can see because he's holding a stack of boxes that cover the rest of his face.

"What are you doing here?" I am so not gracious. Immediately the smile drains from his eyes and they fill up with disappointment. Still, he puts on a happy voice.

"I thought I might be able to help out and–"

"I was expecting my study group."

I push past him and stick my head into the hallway. I am being miserable, but I'm getting a little tired of the old 'knock on the door and change your life thing'. It's never what I expect. Jeffery balances his packages, poor guy. I take the top one.

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