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    Not seeming to notice the exchange, Mom tells me goodnight and reminds me again to go wash my hands.  After making sure I can’t get her anything else, I follow her instructions.
    Back in the family room I find Jacob and Baxter already on the couch.  They’re all wrapped up in the blanket that I dropped earlier while getting moms stuff.  Jacob is busy trying to find a movie to watch, so I plop down next to Baxter, planning to finish our conversation.  He looks at me boldly, in a way that only an intelligent dog will.
    “W hat was that all about buddy?” I ask quietly, stroking his head.  Looking intently at me for a moment, he then leans forward and softly touches his nose against my forehead.  Folding his paws in my lap, he places his head on top of them and sighs.  It wasn’t like I expected him to answer me, but for some reason that I can’t explain, I believe he just did.  I don’t know what he’s trying to tell me, but that feeling of danger I had last night is suddenly back with a vengeance.  As darkness starts to press in against the windows, the three of us huddle together under the blanket.

FOUR
     
     
    Sunday morning isn’t starting out so hot.  It took forever to get to sleep last night, even though Jacob and I stayed up late watching stupid movies.  It was good to laugh.  We started that tradition during the horrible weeks after Dad died, when Mom stayed in her room for a day or two at a time, in a deep depression.  Fortunately her parents flew out and helped get her and us through it.  Come to think of it, I believe Grandpa Fisher was the first one to use the stupid movie treatment.  There wasn’t much laughing back then, but it was a good distraction that grew into a new family time.
    I wish my Grandparents weren’t in Ne braska.  Its way too far to drive very often and they couldn’t afford to fly back more than once, maybe twice a year.  They were just here for my birthday, so we probably won’t see them again for several months.
    My restless sleep last night was filled with odd dreams about running through the woods, trying to get away from whispered words that I couldn’t understand.  Twice I woke up to check on Mom.  I think that she was coughing and that’s what drew my attention, but when I tiptoed to her room she was sleeping quietly.
    Then there was Baxter.  Normally, he isn’t a problem and goes through the night nestled up to Jacob.  Last night though, he woke me up around three.  There he was, just sitting there staring at me.  Scared the heck outta me.  He was right next to the bed, his snout resting on the mattress beside my pillow.  He whimpered at me when he saw that I had opened my eyes.  I was too scared at first to move and by the time my brain caught up with my heart I realized it was just him.
    Thinking he needed to go outside, I took him to the back sliding door in the family room, but he just looked at me like I was stupid.  Making that sound only a dog is capable of (you know the one where they are clearly done with you), he padded in to Jacob’s room and didn’t come back out the rest of the night.
    Now, for some reason I have woken up again and it’s not even eight.  It’s Sunday!  I don’t usually get up until Mom makes me.  Lying here, I can tell that it’s useless to try and get back to sleep and it’s still too early to text Missy.  She would kill me for waking her up.
    I grab a book off my nightstand and flip through the pages.  I haven’t even started it, and I can’t quite seem to read more than two sentences at a time.  This reminds me of the old book on Dad’s desk yesterday.  I had almost forgotten about it.  Deciding to give in and get up, I throw on some sweats and head for his office.
    I find the book right where I left it and pick it up on the way to Mom’s room.  I don’t know what I expected, but I’m shocked when she looks up at me.  The shades are still drawn, but enough light is