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dude.”
    “Right,” he said, drawing the word out into three syllables. Well, I’m going to finish installing your phone now. Can you move out of the way please?”
    Natalie stood slowly and went into the living room. While sitting quietly in a chair, she tried to analyze what had happened and why she felt so sad. She reasoned it must be a hallucination as a result of hitting her head. That the woman in the painting was part of it clearly had to be a subconscious thing. The only thing not freaking her out at the moment was the kiss they shared. Natalie loved it. She would have to mull over that later. Mary came back in with some ice for her head. “Stay here,” she ordered. “I’ll take care of the phone guy.”
    Natalie wanted to call her back and tell her what she had seen, but stopped herself. She didn’t feel she could explain it without sounding completely crazy. She could hear Mary in the office talking with the newly arrived cable technician. She traced the outline of her mouth with the tip of her fingers. The room was hot but she shivered against a sudden chill. She felt a soft fluttering on her cheek but didn’t see an open window in the room. She swore there was a hint of lavender in the air and she felt a hand smooth her hair. Natalie shifted on the pillow. Now she knew she was going crazy. How was it possible for her to yearn for something she never had?
    “Nat, honey? What’s wrong?” Mary sat beside her and pulled Natalie’s hand into hers. “Does it still hurt?”
    Not trusting herself to speak with the lump in her throat, Natalie shook her head. She made a decision not to say anything to Mary just yet. She didn’t think she could answer the questions that Mary would have. Instead, she dried her tears and stood. “C’mon, let’s get something to drink.”
    “All finished in here.” The phone guy popped his head in the doorway. “I left the invoice with your new phone number on the desk. If you have any problems, just give us a call.”
    Natalie showed him out. “Thank you.” She closed the door and rested her head against it for a moment. She felt a warm breath on her neck and she looked back uneasily. A loud crash and scream came from the kitchen.
    Natalie ran into the room. “What happened?” She took in the details of Mary’s white face and the broken glass on the floor.
    “I thought I saw something run across the room.”
    Natalie felt her stomach drop. “What kind of something?”
    “It was nothing, just my imagination. Sorry about the glass.”
    Natalie carefully stepped over the ice and water. “S’okay, buddy. What’s next on our list?”
    Mary smoothed her shorts and started listing the work they had already completed. “Damn, we’re good, lady. At this point, I think the art moving company is the only thing we’re waiting for.”
    Natalie’s fingers grew warm. They always did that when she thought of painting. Impatiently, she rubbed them against her legs. Like an addiction, the paints and canvases called to her. Mary washed her hands. “It’s that time, Nat. I have to go and pick up the boys from school. Ready to face the monsters yet?”
    Natalie hugged her. “Not tonight, I still have a headache. I’ll eat some of that pasta salad you brought me and go to bed early.”
    “Are you sure you don’t want to go and get that lump looked at? I don’t like that you blacked out.”
    “I’m sure. Thank you.”
    Mary headed for the front door. “Call me if you need me, okay?” She blew Natalie a kiss on her way out.
    Natalie made sure the front door was locked and stopped to look into her office. She leaned slightly and warily peeked over the top of her desk. She almost expected Sarah to be sitting on the floor. She felt her blood heat as she remembered the kiss. What was that about?

Chapter Five
     
    Van drove up the long driveway leading to the old house, feeling a tingle on the back of her neck. She vaguely remembered her father telling her that one of her