Chapter SixI wake up.
I didn’t get any vision dreams again. Have I lost them for good?
My head and ribs feel much better, and by the time I get to the kitchen and gobble down a couple of Felix’s blueberry banana pancakes, I feel almost as good as on an average Friday morning.
I even put on a dress for work—to appease Felix’s conservative parents, whom I’m meeting for lunch today.
“I don’t think it was Chester who pushed you into the water,” Felix says after I share my adventures with him. “It just doesn’t seem like his style.”
“Then what do you think is going on?” Ariel is eating a pancake with her hands today, like a cavewoman.
“No idea.” He scratches the top of his head. “I can try to see if any security cameras recorded the incident, but I wouldn’t hold my breath.”
We brainstorm
