“You said ‘Get it off me’ and ‘I don’t know’ like a bazillion times.”
Her mom slowly turned and looked at Josie. Her cool, collected demeanor was back. “Don’t exaggerate, Josephine,” she said calmly.
But Josie wasn’t going to be sidetracked. “Mom, what the hell is going on?”
Her mom sighed. She swung her legs over the bed and slipped her feet into a pair of slippers. “It was just a dream.”
“A nightmare.”
“Yes, I suppose.” Her mom cast a cursory glance at the smashed lamp, then dismissed it and walked down the hall.
Josie trailed after her. “You suppose? Mom, you’re drenched in sweat. And did you see what you did to the lamp?”
Her mom didn’t even glance over her shoulder. “I saw.”
“Well?” Josie pressed. “What were you dreaming about?”
Her mom walked into the kitchen and flipped the switch, flooding the room with stark, fluorescent light. She took a deep breath, letting it out slow and steady. Then she smiled, her face and body completely relaxed, and sat down at the table. “I don’t remember.” Josie’s mom pressed the palms of her hands to her eyes. “I think perhaps I’m tired. Could you make me a cup of tea?”
“Tea?” Her mom hated tea. She was a gourmet, organic coffee drinker all the way. “Mom, you never drink tea.”
Her mom jolted. “Yes, well . . .” Her voice trailed off and she averted her eyes. “I’m trying to be healthier. I think the coffee has been affecting my sleep.”
It was true; her mom looked exhausted. Her face was sagging, her eyes sallow and ringed with purple, and she’d completely lost that girlish lightness she’d always possessed.
Josie set the kettle on a burner and went to the pantry. Did they even have tea in the house? She’d never seen any. She instinctively grabbed for the black canister that held her mom’s favorite French roast. It felt lighter, less dense, and when she popped it open she found that the custom ground coffee had been replaced by bags of Earl Grey.
“Mom,” Josie began tentatively, as she draped a tea bag over the side of a mug and poured the scalding water into it. “Maybe you should take some time off work? You’ve been going at it pretty hard.”
“I’m fine!” her mother snapped.
Josie flinched. “Okay.”
Her mom immediately shook her head. “I’m sorry. Perhaps you’re right.”
Josie sat down across from her. Her eye drifted up to the sunflower clock above the kitchen window. It was just a few minutes after four o’clock.
Her body went rigid. Was it possible? Josie was having another dream about Nick at the same time her mom was having a nightmare, once again at 3:59? That couldn’t be a coincidence.
“I’ve been having strange dreams too,” Josie said tentatively. “Every night at the same time.”
“What time?”
“3:59.”
Her mom’s chair scooted back across the linoleum floor with a screech. “I’m tired,” she said, pushing the untouched tea away from her. “I’m going to try and get some sleep.”
“Mom?”
“I’m going to bed.” Her mom swept out of the kitchen, switching off the light as she disappeared through the doorway. “And I suggest you do the same.”
Josie sat at the table in the dark as she listened to her mom stomp down the hall. Her bedroom door slammed, then the house fell oddly silent.
What the hell was going on? Even based on her mom’s behavior lately, this was totally outside the norm. Josie had never seen her mom so tense and on edge, snapping at every little thing. Work and her failing marriage were taking a toll. Josie slumped forward at the table, resting her chin in her hand. What could she do to help?
Out of the corner of her eye, Josie thought she saw an object pass by in the darkness outside the kitchen window.
It was just a split-second image, as if something had been illuminated by a camera flash before fading back into the darkness of the night, but Josie could have sworn she saw what looked like a large wing soar past the window. Then in the distance, another animalistic scream.
An eagle? Josie thought. A wing and a shriek; it made sense. Or maybe an owl. Weird that it would be so close to the house; it must have been hunting something. Josie was oddly relieved. At least it wasn’t the exotic man-eating cat supposedly responsible for all the unexplained deaths recently. That was something.
Josie yawned. If nocturnal birds were out hunting, it meant she needed to be in bed, sound asleep. Back to school in the morning, back to face the hell that was her social life. She was going to need all the sleep she could get.
TWELVE
12:45 P.M.
“ARE YOU OKAY?” PENELOPE BLURTED OUT WHEN Josie took the seat across from her in the cafeteria.
“You mean more or less okay than I’ve been for the last few days?”
Penelope cocked her head to the side. “Either?”