’ Sam sniffed, and Ellie asked, ‘Are you okay, love?’ Sam sniffed again, and said, ‘No…just kill me now!’ And then she hung up. The phone rang again and the stars in her head sang more sharply. Sam tried to ignore it, but it wouldn’t stop. She let the machine pick up and heard Ellie’s voice. ‘You’d better not be late, Sam! Our jobs are riding on this presentation!’ Her friend’s sharply worried voice penetrated the haze of discomfort and pain in which she was enclosed, and Sam sat up. Slowly. She supposed she had better see about getting ready. Maybe after a hot shower, some coffee, and a whole lot of makeup, she could pass for a human being at work today. The shower helped, and she managed to swallow two painkillers and half a toasted bagel, though it took two strong cups of black coffee, which she hated, to get them down. She put the mug in the sink, picked up a peach from the fruit bowl on the kitchen table, and took a last look at her face before she walked out to her car. She. She wore thick corduroy pants, her hands sheathed in work gloves. Her rusty red hair was pinned back in a haphazard lump. "It's her hair. It's not dyed like you said it was before." Diane paused. "What is she doing?"Penny leaned over the back of a pew and peered down. She shook her head and stepped towards the side aisle, carefully nudging a fallen window pane aside with the toe of her boot. It clattered against the wall and shattered into several pieces. She sighed as she stepped through it, more glass crushed to powder. She swept her flashlight along the aisle, then down the ranks of pews."Maybe this isn't long after the first vision you had," Diane said. "You said you thought Jo was feeding her false information." So she came down here to look for herself," Richie said. "Yeah, Heather's mother can be a bitch sometimes but she's no dummy."Diane looked around. "Didn't Jo say she thought kids had--" And just what are you doing back here?"Diane whirled around, ready to spew an apology.
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