Chapter Six
I tell Aunt Ginny that it’s time to move. She seems a little sad with the news, but she accepts everything in stride.
“You need more privacy,” she declares. She’s thinking for me. “I know a room in town, a small hideaway you’d probably like. It’s good for crashing, not a lot more, but it’s cheap.”
Ginny gives me the address, a crude map and the phone number of the owner. The woman says she’ll meet me there after I get off work the following afternoon.
It’s a day later, I’m following Aunt Ginny’s directions, feeling a weird sense of déjà vu, that creepy tingling at the base of my neck that trickles all the way down to my ass. I’ve walked these streets before, smelled the Chinese food and the beauty parlor, have seen this same maple tree sticking through the sidewalk and kn
