May wouldn’t be by until later that night to change the dressing on his back. He took off the bandages on his arms himself, and then wrapped them back up with a much lighter gauze. He could start leaving the bandages off at night, letting ’em air, starting Saturday. Then he returned to his pile of pillows on the couch and his TV, flipping through the channels during the commercials. When his phone rang about 4 PM, he expected it to be Darryl with more of his plans. It was Ray Sorrel, instead. “So how’d you like some visitors?” Ray asked. “Are you sure?” Franklin said in return. He knew they’d been camping out for some time now, under the tree men, so Adrianna would be safe. “It’s Adrianna, actually, who’s insisting. She thinks that since the creature’s already attacked you, it won’t go back there. That you drove it off, like she did.” “It wasn’t really me who drove it off. I just—got away. Plus, it’s attacked my cousin Darryl, in his truck.” “Is he all right?”
