breathe.

I stumbled back and ran out of the room, falling

to the floor by the sofa. The motor home's engine was

still running. I felt my stomach twist, and suddenly,

almost without any warning at all. I began to heave. I

crumbled on my side and lay there, nearly traumatized

by my own hysteria. Finally, it eased. and I pulled

myself to my feet, hovering and trembling. I cleaned

up my mess quickly and then drank a cold glass of

water.

This can't be happening It just can't be

happening I chanted to myself, but the only sound

being the sound of the engine brought home the

reality of the dead who don't speak. Uncle Palaver

was gone. I was not only alone. I was lost, lost in so

many ways.

I took deep breaths, wiped my face with a cold

wash cloth, and returned to the driver's seat. For a

while, I just sat there staring out at the fields, the

brush, and the trees on both sides of the broken road. I

was still afraid of attempting to turn the motor home

around. It was tricky with my car hitched behind it. so

I started forward. I hadn't noticed, but the clouds that

had been blending and turning darker had changed the

sky to completely overcast. Rain was coming, and

soon. I was nervous enough driving this big vehicle in

good weather.

I drove at least another two miles, and still there

was no place to make an easy turn, Then I came

around a long, winding curve and saw what looked

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