Carole said around a mouthful of sticky macaroni and cheese. Using her fork as a pencil, she drew a circle in the air. “Your name is just…soooo familiar.” Kasey shrugged. “Guess I have one of those names.” “No, no. It’s more than just your name. You look familiar, too. I’ve seen your face someplace, I’m sure of it.” This time, she jabbed at the air with her fork. “But don’t worry, it will come to me.” The woman’s smirk and intimidating tone of voice gave Kasey the opinion that Carole secretly hoped “it” would be something humiliating. Marcy gasped. “Wait! I know why Kasey looks so familiar!” Kasey held her breath and said a quick prayer for protection. Marcy seemed nice enough, but she’d been Carole’s friend for years. If there was any truth in the “birds of a feather” rule…. “Remember when we were in junior high, there was all that news coverage about an engineer who died near Crescent Lawn…the night of Halloween?” Carole narrowed her eyes, as Wade and Adam exchanged puzzled glances.
