Fallen Memories: Book Two

Fallen Memories - [16]

Fallen Memories - 16

“A séance? Are you crazy?” Jane asked, looking one hundred and ten percent baffled. She stared at me, blue eyes so wide I briefly worried that they might roll right out of their sockets. In both hands she held white candles, another box of them tucked under her arm. “Jesus, Ivy, I thought we were buying these for your house.”

            “Janie,” I said quickly, afraid she might leave. “Don’t bail. I need you to help me with this.” Taking her by the elbow, I pulled her off to the side. A concerned woman, carting a toddler and an infant around, glanced at us warily. “I’ve been…seeing things.”

            “What kind of things?” She arched a brow.

            I sighed, “If you’d just let me explain—”

            “Does anybody know that you’re seeing things?”

            “Dr. Gullow does. I told him during our last session.” The session was fuzzy, but still very much recallable.

            “Well, at least he knows.” Jane stared at me, shaking her head slowly.

            “So you’ll help me?” I pressed, eager to make my purchases and get out of here. I didn’t feel safe discussing this in public.

            “I’ll go along. But don’t expect me to take the bull by the horns.” She pegged me with a firm look. I nodded and quickly fished my wallet out of my bag. Up at the till, I plunked my stuff down on the counter and whisked my bank card out. The tender eyed my candles and two boxes of matches.

            “Having a party?” he asked.

            I shook my head. “No.”

            He stared at me. His eyes were a strange blue color; too bright to be normal, I thought. His hair was dark, much darker than mine. I held his stare, ignoring the ice-cold fingers walking down my spine. Our stare down lasted longer than preferred, and I felt Jane’s fingers digging into my arm. I tore my gaze away from his, pinning it on his nametag.

            Raziel.

            “Nice name,” I said, taking my bank card and bag from him.

            Outside, Jane said, “Is it just me, or was he really weird?”

            “He was really weird,” I agreed, juggling my bag and wallet in one hand as I yanked my car keys out of my back pocket.

            “You know, it almost seemed like he knew you.”

            “Janie, I don’t know him. Do you know him?”

            “Of course I don’t know him.” She rolled her eyes. “He was staring at you like you were a piece of meat or something.”

            I hated to think so, but I agreed with her. He’d gone all squirrely the moment I showed up. I’d never seen the guy in my life, thus, he had no reason to act the way he did. Maybe he was just a freak. I supposed I’d never know. I hoped I’d never have to go back to that store; other stores, rest assured, had plenty of my necessities in stock. I slid into the Neon’s front seat, jamming the key into the ignition.

            “Can we just forget about it? We have more important things to focus on.” To emphasize my point, I shook the plastic bag in my hand before tossing it behind my seat.