You may have figured out by now that Detective Mark Snow didn"t come with us to Campbell River like I sort of planned. The phone rang again the night before, in the float house, and it was Mark, but he was all professional and apologetic for ringing so late, not to mention that I"d been the one who phoned him and then chickened out. At the time my voices were still nagging me and I was seeing little colored animals in every corner of the room.
The improvement was pretty dramatic after our visit to Campbell River on Monday, when my voices were quiet and the visions didn"t appear very often. When they did, it was more of a muted sort of shadowlike movement on the sidelines, not the active little purple monkeys and blue snakes that I"d been used to since I was sixteen. I did love animals and
