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Chapter Three - RachelSuentle breeze Everything so still I could hear the buzz of the passing bees More plentiful that year than others I wasn’t allergic, and they didn’t tend to go after me, so I didn’t mind

I’d wanted to sleep in It was Saturday after all It et Saturdays off, but I believed with every cell of ht Just enough to wakeat the same time he opened the door

Dad’s knocks wereshot than a request for per firmly of the belief that it was not only easier but better to beg forgiveness than ask permission

“Daddy?”

“Morning, kitten”

“What time is it?” I asked

“Tiet up”

Having already learned not to argue, I got up and started to get dressed after he left the roo I probably would have made different decisions As it was, I dressed for the weather

“Where are we going?” I asked, belted into the back seat, my tummy full of warm oatmeal

“A fahtly

Mo to take that as a red flag Not that I could have done much any way