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smile widened, and the lines grew deeper. “Anything it is.”
    I turned to walk down the hall then I remembered what Pops had told me, so I stopped, facing her again. “Oh, by the way, I like your hair. It looks more natural than the red.”
    “Thank you, Patricia.”
    “Call me Pat.” I nodded, walking back through the hall and very carefully up the stairs. When I got to my room, my cell started ringing. Slowly, I walked over to the bed, picking up my purse. When I fished out my phone, I looked at the screen, and it was Tina.
    “Christ,” I hissed and then answered. “Hello?”
    “Patricia Anne Wyatt,” she screamed, her Brooklyn accent so prominent that I could barely understand her, “what the hell were you thinking?”
    “Why am I in trouble now?” I asked, frustrated. What was this pick on Pat month?
    “You had your ex-husband come to erase my mind! That’s why you’re in trouble.”
    Right. “You don’t understand.”
    “Oh, I don’t?” she asked at a much better volume. I mean, she was still loud, but a little less shrill. “Please,”—I could imagine her placing her hand on her hip—“do explain.”
    “This is the kind of world that you want nothing to do with, Tina. In this world mortals get hurt, and there is no going back. Understand? You will most likely be pulled in further, and God knows what’s going to happen to you when you do. Humans are not meant to know what goes on after dark, Christina. You will get hurt, and it will be my fault. You get it now?” I huffed.
    She was quite for a minute, and I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. At last, she replied calmly, “Maybe I was a little harsh on you.”
    “You think?”
    “But I’m okay with knowing,” she insisted. “And besides, I’m a big girl, Pat. I can take care of myself.”
    I sighed, grimacing a little. Just another reminder of how dangerous the supernatural world could be. “I get that. But I still worry.”
    “And I worry about you, which is why I’m coming to Danville.”
    “What?” I couldn’t have been more shocked if she’d hit me over the head. She was not a fan of this small town. Besides that, her and my father in the same house would cause major bloodshed.
    “I know I said I would never go back there after what happened last time,” she admitted. It was true, she did. Tina had come with me to my mother’s funeral, and let’s just say it didn’t end well. “But I can’t leave you there by yourself, you’ll go nuts, and we both know it.”
    I nodded, even though she couldn’t see it. “True.”
    “So I’ll probably be there by tomorrow at the latest. It all depends on when I get off work tonight.”
    “Okay,” I yawned. I was so tired. “I’ll see you when I see you.”
    “You got it, babe. Oh and, Pat,” she added, and I could begin to hear the tears in her voice, “I’m glad you’re not dead.”
    I blinked back tears myself. “Me too.”
    “See ya. Happy New Year.”
    “See you. Happy New Year to you too,” I replied, and I hung up. I plopped down on the bed, my feet dangling over the edge and I winced, forgetting about my severely damaged stomach. Thinking of Tina and the last time she was here, my mind went back to part of a day I wish I could forget.
     
     
    Tina rubbed my shoulders gently. “Babe, we gotta go.”
    “I don’t want to,” I said, looking down at my hands. I was all cried out, and the hardness started to set in.
    “We have to,” she sniffed, and I could see that she was crying. Her dark brown hair was pulled away from her face while her big brown eyes were red from weeping. It was so strange because all I kept thinking was that Tina is the only person in the world who could look good in a long - sleeved, black, mourning dress.
    There was a light knock on the door. “Christina,” Bobby’s voice came from the other side, “I got ‘er.”
    “I don’t know,” she was reluctant.
    “I got ‘er,” he repeated, and Tina nodded, leaving me