Ashley felt like an idiot. She said quickly, “Yes. I also want a book on—er—gardening and—and animals of Africa.”
“Stalkers and gardening and animals of Africa?” “That's right,” she said firmly.
Who knows? Maybe someday I'll have a garden and I'll take a trip to Africa.
When Ashley returned to the car, it began to rain again. As she drove, the rain beat against the windshield,
fracturing space and turning the streets ahead into surreal pointillistic paintings.
She turned on the windshield wipers. They began to sweep across the window, hissing, “He's gonna get you... gonna get you... gonna get you....”
Hastily, Ashley turned them off. No, she thought. They're saying, “No one's there, no one's there, no one's there.”
She turned the windshield wipers on again. “He's gonna get you... gonna get you... gonna get you....”
Ashley parked her car in the garage and pressed the button for the elevator. Two minutes later, she was heading for her apartment.
She reached the front door, put the key in the lock, opened the door and froze. Every light in the apartment had been turned on.
Chapter Two
All around the mulberry bush, The monkey chased the weasel. The monkey thought 'twas all in fun, Pop! goes the weasel.”
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