Bigfootloose And Finn Fancy Free - Plot & Excerpts
I tilted my head back, let the sun’s promise of warmth soak into my face. Might as well enjoy it. I led the way around to the back of the house, and along the path into the heart of Mother’s overgrown garden. The center of the garden stood empty, just the crushed and chopped remains of entangled branches, thorns, and vines, and the scarred, twisted bush at its heart. “Crap,” I said. “Either we scared her off, or we missed her.” “Aw, you missed me?” The green tangled wall at the back of the clearing wavered like a Romulan cloaking shield being lowered, and Heather appeared, finishing off a vial of liquid. She looked even worse than last time if that was possible, thinner, paler, the blue-gray shadows under her eyes practically bruises. Combined with the black hair and long black jacket, she might have been mistaken for a vampire groupie, except for the brightly colored SuperSoaker in her other hand. “Heather,” I said. “Thanks for coming.” Heather looked past me as she tucked the empty vial into a jacket pocket.
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