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I need to meet with
you. You will have to bring your notebook."
    Sarah started shivering. Focus , she
thought.
    "Yes, I understand. I can meet with you,"
was all that came out.
    Her hand twitched. It felt like the
beginning of a blackout, yet not strong enough.
    "Good. How about you come back to the fair
and ask for..."
    Pain shot through her hand, starting at the
elbow. She fumbled and almost dropped the phone. "Of course. That
would be no problem. I'll meet you there. Goodbye." She hung up.
She didn't get to hear his name.
    "What was that all about?"
    "I can't tell you," Sarah replied. It was
time to be defiant and take a stand.
    "What? Why not?" The look of surprise was
genuine.
    "Because the caller asked for secrecy."
    "You can tell me who you're going to
meet and where. Actually, you can tell me why too."
    Sarah shrugged her shoulders, trying to
downplay the situation. "Sorry, this is between me and the Psychic
Fair."
    Her mother's finger was raised and poised in
front of Sarah's nose, pointing close enough to cause Sarah's eyes
to cross. "Listen to me, little girl. You will tell
me what's going on. What have you been up to?"
    "I don't think so," Sarah turned away. "You
want to know what your problem is, mother?" She rarely talked to
her mother with such a disrespecting tone. She couldn't look her in
the eye when she did. "You still think you're having a parent to
child relationship with me and that has to change. I'm going to be
nineteen soon. We are now in an adult to adult relationship. Now,
I'm leaving. I'm going to meet Mary."
    Sarah walked towards the door and continued
out of the room.
    "I can't believe this. Are you taking
lessons from your father? You listen to me. You will tell me what I
want to know because I'm your mother--"
    Sarah ran down the stairs to the front door,
knowing what would happen if her mother tried to stop her, and
regretting the confrontation in advance.
    But no confrontation came. After leaving the
house she walked the length of the driveway as the sun faded
beneath the tree line. There was no wind, not even a breeze. Only
the soft scent of pine assailed her nose.
    On the way to Birk Street, she looked over
her shoulder often, and watched everyone that passed.
    She always knew she could trust no one. She
couldn't trust Mary. She couldn't trust her mother or she would
have told her what's happening.
    Now she had confirmation that a strange man
had been watching her at the fair. He'd called her at home. That
would mean he knew where she lived.
    And he wanted her notebook.
    While walking towards downtown she roamed
her forearms for any remote hair she could pull out.
     

Chapter 8
     
    Esmerelda stubbed her foot and almost fell
getting into her trailer. She cut herself preparing vegetables. Her
forehead had a small goose egg from when she bumped a cupboard.
    The fear was causing her to be clumsy. It
must have to do with all the unknowns. Why was Sarah breaking into
the Psychic Fair's property? Why were Dolan and Alex so interested
in her?
    After the police took Sarah home, Dolan and
his assistant questioned her for almost an hour. It broached on
harassment. Nothing she said satisfied them. They were convinced
she knew more. Dolan said Sarah left a message at the admissions
desk for her. It was proof Esmerelda was involved with this young
girl in some way.
    Esmerelda eased her heavy frame onto the
blanket covered chair that sat in a corner nook of her trailer. She
sipped raspberry tea as she tried to decide what to do.
    What she didn't tell the others was how
Sarah reminded her of her own daughter, Denise. It was uncanny how
similar they were in appearance, except for the hair thing. And
what was that? Did the girl lose it because of some kind of
condition or did she pull it out herself?
    When she looked at Sarah yesterday she
actually thought she was looking at a younger Denise. It broke her
heart because she hadn't talked to her daughter since her husband's
death.
    John Hall had left