CHAPTER THREE
“Time flies over us but leaves its shadow behind.”
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE
Sam and Angie were like two teenagers at a slumber party. They watched late-night TV with a bowl of microwave popcorn between them, talked about guys, and took turns playing “Mouse” with Holly. Neither of them brought up the following day’s interview or the anonymous caller.
Around midnight, Sam yawned and heaved herself off the couch. “I’m beat, Angie. I think it’s off to bed for me.” She’d already given Angie an extra set of sheets for the couch and had changed into the oversized cat T-shirt she used as a nightshirt. On the front of the white shirt was a tabby kitten sleeping on a pillow who looked like a younger Holly. In a cloud above the cat, were several mice the cat was dreaming of. “I might hav
