Chapter 4
“Can you see me?”
I blinked several times. “No. f**k! Wait!”
“What?”
I jumped up from the bed, and then fought the bedspread to get it off me. “I can hear you now. Say something else.”
“Hello, Goose.”
My heart skipped. What a glorious, glorious sound. “You sound like a Kennedy, or…Mayor Quimby.”
“Is that a good thing?” Jefferson asked.
I turned toward the sound of his voice. “Yes. It might also be in my imagination, since you mentioned being from Massachusetts.”
“I don’t know who those people are.” The sound kept moving.
“No. You wouldn’t. I’ll show you on my iPad, if I can figure out where you are.”
“You still can’t see me?”
“No.” There was scratching at the bedroom door. “Is that you…the scratching?”
“It isn’t. Should I try to?”
I kept turning in a circle to bette
