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    Chapter 4
     
     
     
     
    After dinner we drove back to the mansion to change cars and get my guitar. The little girl in front of the house on the corner was no longer there I concluded with great satisfaction. I went a step further and decided that she probably never had been there at all. It had just been an illusion caused by my jet lag. I was getting tired. No wonder, I thought to myself. It was almost morning in Denmark now and I had been awake for nearly twenty-four hours. But Heather was insisting on dragging me to meet her friends and I felt that there was no way I could escape it. She had that gift. It was impossible to say no to her.
    Soon I found myself in her open red Jeep, which I later learned was only one of her many cars. The wind still felt incredibly warm on my face even that late in the evening and I started wondering if it ever got cold in these parts. I loved the feeling in my hair and face and couldn’t wait to get me some wheels of my own as Dr. Kirk had called it. I could only hope it would be some sort of convertible so I could ride it with the top down and get wind in my hair like this. It was extraordinary, and for a few seconds I felt really happy. This new life, this new world that had been generously opened up to me had turned out to be a gift. For the first time since my mother died, I felt like I was born under that lucky star again, like so many people had said to me when I was a child. It was like the universe was making up for all my years of sorrow and grief. I welcomed this gift. I felt I deserved it. For a moment I felt invincible, like nothing could ever hurt me again. Like the hard part in my life was over and it was time for me to enjoy myself again. I released a sigh of relief as we drove north towards The Twelve Mile Swamps. Little did I know that the hard part had only just begun. Little could I have known that this was where I was supposed to meet my destiny in shape of a savage beast.
     
    The Twelve Mile Swamps was, as the name implies, a collection of swamps connected by a trail and planted pine forest. It was open for public hunting season where people could go in and shoot the white-tailed deer, foxes, and alligators or catch a snake. The entrance was closed at night, but that didn’t seem to stop Heather and her friends that had already arrived once we got there. Two guys and two girls sat in a big expensive-looking truck. They jumped out of their car when they saw us coming.
    “I want you to meet Chris,” Heather said as she stepped out of the jeep that was now muddy and sandy from driving on the bumpy road there. I grabbed my guitar and followed her.
    “Chris this is Regina, Jim, Danielle and Mike.”
    “Hi Chris,” the girls said with flirting smiles while the guys just nodded with a “How’re you doing?” All of them had that upper-class slightly snobbish appearance that also surrounded Heather. The boys wore polo shirts and plaid shorts making them look like they had just left a British boarding school, while the girls had put on small dresses like Heather. Regina was the only one of them wearing stonewashed jeans like me.
    “Chris is the one I told you about. The guy from Denmark who is going to live with us for the next year while he is in med school in Jacksonville.”
    “Like that German girl Elke that was here a couple of years ago?”  Mike asked.
    “She was really something,” Jim said, signaling big breasts with his hands in front of his chest.
    “Wasn’t she the one who got arrested for sunbathing topless in your parent’s yard?” Danielle asked while we started walking towards the entrance of the trail.
    It was pitch-dark ahead into the forest of pine-trees and Jim lit a big flashlight that illuminated the trail and trees ahead of us. A barrier indicated the area was closed, but Heather and her friends just climbed under it and kept going. I felt a pinch in my stomach as I followed them. Something inside of me was