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staircase to the second floor, unknown territory at this point,
and carried the phone to the far end of the hallway. Still no
signal.

 
    I decided I had to carry the phone
outside. I had no other choice. I had to get Tuck to a doctor. I had to reach Ash.
I’d never felt so stranded and helpless in my life.

 
    Once outside, I jogged up one of the
hills behind the house. Still no bars. Frustrated and
desperate, I chucked the phone against the nearest tree and the battery cover
flew off. It felt good for a second or two, but in a moment of weakness, I fell
to my knees and let a few desperate sobs escape my mouth.

 
    “Hey, hello,” a woman’s voice called from
over near the house. “Excuse me.”

 
    I looked up to see the same silver
Cadillac from the night before parked by the front door and the brunette lady
walking towards me.

 
    A million worst-case scenario thoughts
ran through my head, jumbling together to the point that I could not compose a
single sentence. All I could think about is how angry Ash would be if he knew I
had left the safe confines of the house, left our son inside alone, and possibly
broke my prepaid phone on top of everything else.

 
    “Sweetie, are you alright?” She was
standing in front of me by then, reaching down to help me up.

 
    “Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile. I wiped bits
of crushed leaves and dirt off my jeans and took a deep breath.

 
    “Why were you out here? Why were you
crying? Do you live in this house?” The woman had a lot of questions.

 
    “I’m sorry, do I know you?” It was my way
of politely asking her to identify herself .

 
    “I’m Mary Jane Sweet,” she said,
extending her right hand. “This used to be my grandmother’s house. Well, it was
until my father ran it into the ground and the bank took it.”

 
    “I see. I’m sorry.” I had to be careful
with what information I freely gave away. Little by little, I took baby steps
closer and closer to the house.

 
    “I stopped out here yesterday,” Mary Jane
began. “I’m not sure if you weren’t home or you just didn’t want to answer the
door for a stranger. I wouldn’t have either.” She smiled a sympathetic smile. I
live about an hour west of here. I haven’t been out to my grandmother’s old
house in probably ten years. I guess I’ve just been feeling a little nostalgic
lately.”

 
    “I understand,” I replied.

 
    Mary Jane’s eyes were dark and deep and
her lashes were a mile long, like my mother’s. “Anyway, I saw that the yard and
everything is really well kept, so I figured someone was living here. I was
hoping I might get to see the inside one last time.”

 
    I didn’t know what to say to her request.

 
    “I know you probably think I’m some kind
of nut job or something. I know I have a lot of nerve asking to tour your house.”

 
    “It is a strange request. I’ll have to
ask my husband about it and get back to you.”

 
    I suddenly remembered Tuck and his fever
and the fact that I had no phone and no wheels. “I have a strange request
myself.”

 
    Mary Jane, amused, said, “Okay, shoot.”

 
    My one-year-old son is inside with a
fever of 104. My husband has the car, and I can’t get a hold of him at the
moment. Would you be able to take us into town?”

 
    It seemed absolutely insane, I knew, but
I had no other choice.

 
    “Are you kidding me? You have a sick
little boy inside and you let me stand out here yapping? Grab him and get in
the car. We’re taking him into town.” She made a beeline for her car and
started it up.

 
    “Thank you so much, Mary Jane,” I yelled
as I ran inside to get him. “I’ll be right back.”

 
    Within minutes I had grabbed Tuck, his
diaper bag, and his car seat and returned outside to find Mary Jane making room
in her backseat for Tuck’s things.

 
    “I really appreciate this,” I said. I
buckled Tuck in and climbed into the front passenger seat.

 
    “My