dizzy and sick, and the moon
started to call to me.” He raised both hands to the moon and
performed some sort of sign language. “It called and called and
called my name. The next thing I knew, I was two hundred years in
the past and living with a tribe of Ute Indians.”
Barbara smiled
condescendingly. “I see. And do you have any proof that this
experience occurred? Did anyone notice you’d gone missing?”
Abe looked affronted.
“Time works in mysterious ways. Another blue moon returned me to
the same day I left so no one noticed I’d been gone.”
Barbara tilted her
head. “So, you have no evidence whatsoever?”
Abe bristled. “You
don’t believe me? Well then, how do you explain this?” He quickly
ripped open his toga to reveal a series of scars across his chest.
Then, with a quick jerky motion he ripped the entire toga off and
was left wearing what looked to be a diaper. Or, if Melissa wasn’t
mistaken, a pair of adult Depends underpants.
Jeremy let out a whoop
of laughter, and even Melissa couldn’t hold back a chuckle,
especially when she got a good look at Barbara’s panicky, mortified
face.
Melissa smirked. “When
news reports go bad.”
Jeremy laughed. “Yeah,
big time.”
Barbara’s slack lips
firmed on screen. “I see. Uh, well, can you tell us anything else?”
She was obviously trying to rally.
Abe’s eyes narrowed as
he looked directly into the camera. “Yes. Living in the past isn’t
for everyone. Only the strongest can survive. So beware! Beware!
Lock your loved ones up and keep yourselves safe! Stay out of the
moonlight! The vibrations are very powerful tonight!” With that, he
slapped Barbara on the butt, grinned when she squealed and jumped,
then he ran a few feet away and started doing what looked to be an
intricate dance while looking up at the blue moon and screaming,
“Take me! Take me back! Here I am! Come and get me!”
The camera swung back
to Barbara who looked positively sick through her not-so-flashy
smile. “Uh--”
Abe appeared behind her
on camera again, waving his arms wildly. “Hey look at me! I’m out
standing in my field! Get it? Outstanding in my field? Whooo
hoooo!” He ran off camera once more.
Barbara motioned
frantically to the camera man and when the camera zoomed in on her
face, tried a smile. “Wow! Uh...well, there you have it. This is
Barbara Smithy, with KTLA weather. Back to you, Jay.”
The meteorologist
looked embarrassed and chuckled nervously before launching into the
weather report.
Melissa turned to
Jeremy. “Hmm. Very interesting. Apparently it’s amateur night on
KTLA.”
Jeremy laughed, jumped
up and disconnected a USB Cable from the digital video recorder. “I
got it all on my laptop. I’m going to ask if we can watch it before
I give my presentation at school. Think they’ll let me?”
Melissa shrugged.
“Sure, why not?”
Jeremy expression
turned wary and he tucked his laptop under his arm and flipped some
hair away from his eyes. “Are you ready to see my presentation
now?”
“Outside?”
Jeremy nodded. “It’s
all set up in the backyard.”
Melissa hesitated. As
funny and weird as Abe Collins was, she couldn’t help the fear
skittering up her spine at the thought of going outside and into
the moonlight. “I really have a lot of work to do tonight--”
”But
your mother will be glad to do her work after she watches your presentation.
Right, Melissa?”
As Richard’s deep voice
trailed off, Melissa turned to see Richard standing in the doorway,
arms crossed, legs braced apart, chin thrust forward, his brown
gaze zeroing in on her.
Warmth rushed through
her, leaving her feeling uncomfortably vulnerable. Despite his
All-American cowboy attire and belligerent stance, he was still the
most attractive man she’d ever met, and that was saying something
since she worked with male models daily.
He was tanned from
years of working outside, tall, dark-haired, lean and big-boned,
with a mouth that was firm