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Hannah's wrist from her dream. “Hannah had that in
my dream.”
    “ What
dream?” Lucy said.
    “ I don't
know, one of the ten weird dreams I had. It was when she was
leaning for me and then her ring got caught onto my belly button
ring and she pulled so hard, it yanked out—” Linda lifted her shirt
and screamed. She stared at her belly button that had hard blood on
it. She poked at it, which was red and purple.
    “ Ew?”
Michael said in confusion. “What happened?”
    Linda put her shirt down,
“I'm not sure.”
    “ You
know, sometimes in dreams things happen in real life too. Like when
some people dream about peeing in the toilet but they're really
wetting the bed,” Lucy said.
    “ So, you
think I pulled my own belly button ring out?”
    “ It's
possible,” she sighed.
    “ No!
That's crazy!”
    Michael sat close to
Linda, “So, what else happened in that dream?”
    “ Where
is Tyler?” Linda said, ignoring Michael. “What if he is the next
victim? What if I was supposed to be the next victim last
night?”
    “ I'm
sure he is fine. Why don't you just call him?” Lucy
said.
    “ I don't
have his number yet. I don't think he has a cell phone.” Linda sank
down into the blankets and tried to think back to her dream. “I was
at a bar,” she said, remembering back. “A bar for people at least
twenty-one. Um, that's all I remember...”
    “ What
type of bar? It must have been out of town. I don't know any bars
out here,” Michael said.
    “ No,
it's an underground bar just before you leave Simon. Like around
South Simon. I used to go there back when I was depressed. I used
my looks to get in.”
    “ Are you
sure you were dreaming?” Lucy said.
    “ Ew, I
had to be!” she shivered.
    “ Why?”
    “ Because
Dr. Smith was in it,” Michael answered for her.
    Linda gagged and leaned
back onto some pillows. “It's not just that, but...but...he was
there with Hannah...like a date.”
    Lucy's face turned fearful
as she turned the television off. “How would you know
that?”
    Linda’s eyes narrowed, “I
wasn't dreaming, was I?”
    “ How...how...would I know?” Lucy stuttered.
    “ You're
stuttering. You know something,” Michael snapped.
    “ I don't
know anything,” she giggled.
    “ Is
Hannah having an affair with Dr. Smith?” Linda said. “And you knew
about it. That's what you guys were talking about in the restroom
the other day!”
    “ What?”
Michael gasped.
    “ You
were listening to us?” Lucy said.
    “ Of
course I was listening,” Linda said. “You should know by now that
I’m the most nosiest person in the world.”
    “ Well,
it's not what you think. Let's just end this conversation now. I
have to find something to wear to the dance tomorrow
night.”
    “ I
thought they canceled the dance due to the deaths?” Linda
said.
    “ No,
they changed it to a charity dance now. Most likely detectives will
be there too,” Michael said. “Linda?” he waved his hands in front
of Linda’s face as she stared into space.
    “ What?”
she finally said.
    “ The
dance...aren't you going tomorrow night?”
    She bit her lip, “Of
course. I wouldn't miss it.”
    “ I'm
going to the bathroom—I have to pee,” Lucy announced. “I'll bring
the dresses from the guest room that I want to show you
guys!”
    Linda got up from bed and
walked into Lucy's messy walk-in closet. Like always, she dug
around searching for something to wear for the dance. Although
Hannah was more fashionable, Lucy always had new things—no matter
what. And she never wore them because she hated her
body.
    “ Ouch!”
Linda shouted as she banged her toe on a plastic bag. Angry, she
snatched up the bag and bottles fell onto the floor.
“Cl-o-za-pin—”
    “ Linda!”
Michael shouted, cutting her off from reading the prescription
bottle. “Come help us carry these dresses!”
    Linda threw the stuff back
into the bag and ran out to them. She beamed as she noticed new
sparkly short dresses. “Oh, I’m in heaven.