Chapter Twenty Five
I woke with a start to yelling from upstairs, then peculiar sounds and a loud thump. Many loud footsteps paraded down the wooden steps, there was yelling, words I didn’t understand. A man was in my doorway, tall, broad, frightening, a stranger. He took a step towards me and I screamed into the rafters pulling the sheet tight around me.
He froze like a statue and hands pushed him out of the doorway. The hands of a man taking long strides into the room, to my bed. John’s hands, John was in my room, with wide eyes and a gasp from my soul I fell into a rich darkness.
I woke without opening my heavy eyes to the dreamy lull of conversation in a moving vehicle.
“I know how bad it looks, I don’t care, we’re getting the hell out of this town.” The voice of God,
I could slee
