Fran Rizer - Callie Parrish 06 - A Corpse Under The Christmas Tree - Plot & Excerpts
I’d finally stopped dreaming about bad men and had been dreaming about two good ones—Patel and Dean Robinson. No, I wasn’t dreaming they were fighting over me or that I was having a hard time choosing between them. In my dream, the two men had become one man with no name, a combination of the two. He was kissing me, and I was feeling warm all over. Don’t know what might have happened if it had been possible to sleep through the noise. My first, half-asleep, thought was that Big Boy was howling, but this wasn’t a dog howl. Then my half-awake mind wondered if this was some Girl Scout yell. I never went to Girl Scout camp, never even belonged to the Girl Scouts. When the school sent home flyers about joining scouts and I asked Daddy to let me join, he said, “If you want to go camping, I’ll take you.” I protested that they did lots of other things, too, and that I could learn a lot about cooking and nature while earning badges. He told me, “There’s nothing they can teach you there that you can’t learn at school or from me and your brothers.”
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