CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXMargaret Thackrey
Meg sat at the kitchen table, making out her grocery list before she went into Skillet Bend. Larry would be coming home today, Tod assured her, and she wanted to make something special to welcome him back. She frowned at her memo pad. He loved lasagna, and she could make a big one, with salad and homemade rolls. She loved having someone to cook for, though she never would have suspected that would ever again be true.
When her pencil touched the paper, however, it was a poem, not a grocery list, that came purling out of her mind.
REVENANT
Into quietude
came threat, came danger,
damaging peace;
old reflexes roused,
and singing ferocity
sizzled through my veins.
Eyes computed coldly;
wrathful skills returned
to nerves and muscles
grown fierce a
