Forks by A. E. Davis

Author:A. E. Davis
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781537417202
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2016-09-08T05:00:00+00:00

twenty three

Traffic slowed to a stop. There was something going on near the Timber Museum, beside the Visitor’s Center where I had met Glinda for the tour. There were at least four police cars in the lot. Lights whirled from one of the cars that blocked the entrance. Fog hung heavily around the area like a shroud. Moving past the scene, I glanced in the lot, trying to see what was going on. There were a lot of people standing around and as I pulled past I noticed a red convertible.

Intent on getting home, I didn’t pay much attention to it but something niggled in the back of my mind, eluding me. I was sure it would come to me in time. Once I was past the turn off to the museum, the traffic thinned out and I hit the gas and sped down 101 toward home. I made it home in less than ten minutes. Pulling into my street, I glanced in the rear view mirror to see if Viktor was still behind me but I didn’t see him. I pulled into the driveway. I wanted to get inside the house and fix myself before he showed up. Obviously, he was caught in traffic.

Grabbing the groceries and my messenger bag, I climbed out of the car and headed to the house. It was already getting dark and the porch light was on.

Shoving through the door, I set the groceries down and took off my jacket, hanging it on the hook by the door. Water dripped on the little striped rug where we usually put our shoes. I wiped my feet and headed to the kitchen. Mom was standing at the stove making tea. Not a good sign. She always made tea when she was depressed about something. She turned with a hopeful look on her face.

“Hey Mom, I got your stuff.” I carried the bags inside.

“Oh, it’s you,” she sighed, the hopeful expression fading just as quickly as it appeared. Her face was red and she looked like she’d been crying. “What are you doing home?”

“I brought your groceries. The ones you asked me for… remember?” I pulled out the Ginger Ale and put it in the fridge and the pizza in the freezer. “Here,” I said, handing her the aspirin.

“Oh right.” She took it and set it on the counter. “Thanks,” she sighed heavily and lifted up her cup of tea.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, Amber,” she whined. “I think Ken is dumping me.”

“What?” I gaped. “Why would you say that?” I wasn’t sure what to think, Mom was always so melodramatic. Her mood changed with whatever book she was reading and more often than not, she made up drama to match the characters in her books. It was a bit disconcerting to say the least.

“He hasn’t called me back.” She pushed out her lip like a pouty kid.

“How long has it been?”

“About three hours.” She took a sip of her tea and hugged her midsection. She was wearing her velour track suit; her hair and makeup were done.

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