CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - Waking Up To Bad Dreams* 1 *
Maddy dreamed of digging up Vic’s body, only she couldn’t find a shovel.
She ran through the fields, hunting for one. When she finally found the shovel it shot up higher than a lightning struck jack pine. Vic’s maggoty corpse hung from the D-handle like a rice stuffed piñata. She knelt at his feet praying, rosary beads sliding through her teeth like strings of sour candy.
Then he was on her back. She piggybacked him across the field, out to where her she’d buried daddy. Daddy stood there, all blue and tattery, wearing a battered straw hat so big it made him look like a giant haystack. She blew at the hat and the straw whipped and cut her flesh like a wave of dried killer bees. She felt Vic’s leg bones sticking into her flesh, then out of h
