Since it was still before daylight and I was off work today, I dragged myself upstairs and climbed into my bed. My mind kept wondering about the man at the fair, and then I stopped on Bane. I didn’t understand his one-eighty change in mood. I didn’t have the strength to try. I forced myself to count sheep, and finally, I drifted off to sleep.
When my eyes popped open, my memories of the early morning with Ms. Noel crept back slowly into my consciousness. I rolled over and looked at the clock. “Dang!” Straight up noon, I flopped back, staring at the white ceiling. I tugged a pillow over my face hoping to clear my brain. Regardless, I couldn’t get the MIB, the man in black, out of my head.
I blew out a sigh and thought of Dad. I leaned over and pulled out a picture that I’d kept hidden fro
