"Now Gracie, it's okay," said Molly. "Everything is gonna be all right."
Gracie looked up at her Grandma with adoring eyes.
"Grandma?" asked
Gracie. "Is Daddy gonna be alright?"
"Why of course dear. He just needs to
get away for a little while. He needs to take a break." said Grandma Molly
reassuringly to her young grandaughter, Gracie.
"You mean like a
vacation?" asked Grace curiously.
"Yes Grace, a lot like a vacation." said
Molly.
"Will he ever be coming back?" asked Gracie.
"In his own, time,
dear. As soon as he is ready. Your Daddy's not feeling well right now. He justs
needs a vacation, but yes, he'll be back." said Molly.
Gracie looked at
her Grandmother one more time. Then the wind picked up and seemed to blow the
images of Molly and Gracie Lynn away, away like the sand in a windy desert....
Garon bolted up like lightening,
drenched in a cold sweat. Oh man, he thought. That same haunting, ghost-like
dream, again. They were talking about me, he thought. They were talking about me!
Just about that time, the
phone on Garon's nightstand rang.
"Hello," said Garon.
"Hey, Garon. Good
afternoon. It's 3:30. You need to get down here right away. Don needs to talk to
us." It was Willy, Garon realized. He was calling from the downstairs phone. He
seemed to have some kind of urgency in his voice.
"Okay, said Garon. "Let me
put some clothes on."
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