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it.” Jesse pushed Karen away playfully.
    Everyone started teasing her. She’d made a mistake in sharing her dream. Telling hadn’t made it go away. It made it come back, more vividly than ever. She wanted to scream at them to forget it, stop talking about it. Finally, she tried to laugh with them. Laughing kept her from crying.
    â€œI don’t know why we rented a movie, Sis.” Kerr was laughing harder than anyone. “You could go on Entertainment Tonight with that little hummer. You and Gordon Anderson—I love it. Here you guys were thinking Karen and I could communicate, and it was her and Anderson all along. I’ve been edged out.”
    Karen kept trying to laugh, but she knew she was going to lose control any minute. “I’m ready to go home, Jesse. Will you take me?”
    â€œSure.” Jesse hurried to find their coats, while Karen thanked Mr. and Mrs. Cole for having them there.
    Jesse helped her with her coat. As she pulled on her boots, she took a vow of silence. This was the last time she would go spilling her guts to this crowd. Sharing the dream only brought back the horror of it and made her understand the why of it even less.
    Maybe she was losing her mind, like that psychic thought she was in the novel Lucy had read. She hoped she wasn’t going to start seeing people die on a regular basis.

Chapter 6
    As usual, the next morning Karen couldn’t remember any dreams, but she woke feeling vaguely uncomfortable, as if she hadn’t gotten enough sleep. When she was awake enough, she reached for the phone on her bedside table and punched in Alysia’s number. She knew Alysia would be awake. Her whole family had this awful habit of getting up at dawn.
    â€œAlysia, hi. Have any plans for today? I was hoping we could go to Denver, but I guess the roads are too bad.”
    â€œI’m writing a paper for English, but I’m nearly finished. We could mess around in town, get some lunch somewhere. Are you all right?”
    â€œSure. Why shouldn’t I be all right?”
    â€œI mean, after last night. Obviously you never should have shared that dream with that bunch of nerds we run around with.”
    â€œIt was my fault. I should have known that. I guess I needed to talk about it. It was bugging me.”
    â€œForget it, Karen,” Alysia advised. “Write it off to some kind of freaky Friday thing.”
    â€œYeah. Pick me up in, say two hours. Will that be long enough?”
    â€œPlenty of time. I wanted to get this assignment off my mind.”
    Karen found her old fuzzy red robe, off its hanger and on the floor of her closet. She pulled it on and went down to the kitchen. Kerr was sitting in the breakfast nook, reading the newspaper. He lowered the sheet and glanced at Karen.
    â€œI made a new pot of coffee.”
    â€œThanks.” She poured herself a cup and a glass of orange juice, and slid onto the bench opposite Kerr.
    â€œStorm over?”
    â€œThis one. Another’s behind it. But I’m not reading about the weather.”
    Karen waited for Kerr to tell her what he was reading. He lowered the paper and grinned at her.
    â€œDid you really dream about Anderson?” He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it, laughing all the while.
    â€œI told you I did, twice now.” She studied the cream swirling in her coffee, turning it the color of caramel. “It was awful. I never should have told everyone last night. Why would I remember that dream, Kerr, when I haven’t remembered any others?”
    Kerr shrugged. “You wanted to remember it.”
    â€œNo, I didn’t. I want to forget it.” She massaged her forehead and ran her fingers through her hair, as if she could erase the memory from her mind.
    â€œThe police have gone over the Anderson house and Gordon’s room. They can’t find any evidence of a break-in. They figure someone came in the open window. And there’s no