"Fantastic! I'll give you the showof a lifetime Mr. Tate!" Randal stepped back and began to pace back andforth muttering, "What to do? What to do? Wha...t to do?" under hisbreath.I followed his pacing back and forth for a little bit when he suddenlystopped and announced, "I've got it! I've got just the sequence!" Mr. Tate, would you please have Ms. Armstrong come in? I need anassistant." he said, watching me expectantly.Smiling a bit, I was more than a little smug. Sure, why not let Shannonget a. Are you going to wait for him to burn down his house with thegirl in it next time? Robert Tierney our decision is made." She turned onher heels in an almost precise military fashion and marched away on hershort tree trunk legs.Robert scratched his head, "How is Melody now that the old bat mentionsit?" She's fine Robbie. Fire didn't get to the house and she wasn't in itanyway. Do you even know where she is?"Robert stood up to test his unsteady legs. His lungs still felt horrible,but the rain. "Patience, Sam," I told myself as the hot water poured over me. "You also lack patience."After a hurried primp at the vanity to brush my blonde mop into shape, I was faced with another hard choice. I had no idea what to wear to supper. With all those marvelous clothes in my closet, I could not stand to put on another pair of shorts and t-shirt. Still, most of my new clothes seemed far too fancy to wear to eat fried chicken in.I chuckled at the image of me, sitting at the table in a formal. She silently cursed. The dream had been littered with omens her grandmother had deciphered for her. Few were good. And because of them, the elders had sent her away, fearing the darkest times possible to come from them if she remained.In her dreams, she had seen two massive beasts in the air. One was darker than the blackest midnight, belching a green-black miasma from its jag-toothed maw. The other was a bright silver, with flashes of blue-white lightning sparking from its golden eyes. The two.
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