OK the story is starting to wind down now. No more time jumps and not too many new characters.
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Harriett’s hair whipped in the wind as she drove with her window down. She looked over to her twin sister in the passenger seat, “Hey why don’t you put in that CD you bought today?”
“ OK,” Carla said enthusiastically. Her enthusiasm waned as she struggled to free the CD from its cellophane prison. Carla eventually used the knife from the glove box.
As the music began playing through the speakers the girls pulled up to a stop sign. Harriett, sitting high in the ford pick up, looked first left then right and then left again before she pulled forward to cross the intersection. Suddenly there was a screech of tires and a blaring horn coming from the passenger side. There out the window was a Black compact car. “Oh My God! Where did that car come from?” Harriet shouted as she continued to drive through the intersection.
“I can’t believe you would just pull out in front of that car.” Carla said.
“I didn’t see him there. He wasn’t there. No one could have been, I looked twice before I pulled out.”
“I’m driving next time,” Carla crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat. The revving of an engine made her turn. “He’s back,” she said.
Both girls watched as the black compact sped past them.
“Did you see him that time?” Carla taunted.
“If you saw him in that intersection, why didn’t you say anything?”
Carla opened her mouth. Then closed it right away. She had no answer.
“I thought so,” Harriet said getting the last word.
The obvious answer that eluded Carla in that moment was that being sisters meant that she too was a descendant of Job Gellervice and of course saw the same nothing that her sister did.
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C. O. Bonham 