Melody (Logan 1)

screams stuck in my throat and tears froze behind my

eyes.

"Hang it up properly," Uncle Jacob instructed.

"I'm waitin' on an important call."

I cradled the receiver with my back to him and

walked out of the living room quickly, not glancing at

Aunt Sara either.

"Just a minute, there," Uncle Jacob growled.

"Get yourself right back in here, young lady." I sucked in my breath, turned, and marched

back. My heart thudded madly, drumming out a tune

of fright in my ribcage.

"Yes sir?"

"It's proper to thank people when you use their

things. Sara ain't your secretary."

"I'm sorry. Thank you, Aunt Sara."

"You're welcome, dear. Is everything all right

with HaiIle?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Good."

"Humph," Uncle Jacob grunted.

"I'll bring you a glass of hot milk tonight," she

offered. "You don't have to do that, Aunt Sara." "I always brought Laura a glass of warm milk. I

bring one to May as well." Her huge scared eyes

stared woefully at me. I glanced at Uncle Jacob. He

looked ready to pounce.

"Oh, then thank you, Aunt Sara."

Her face brightened, the darkness evaporating

from her eyes. I forced a smile and hurried up the

stairway. When I reached my room, I closed the door

behind me and threw myself on the bed, burying my