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"I thought I told you to stay home," D.J. whispered. |
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"What you tell me and what I do are two very different things." |
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"You cannot hang around here with us. We're living on top of each other. I don't know how long we'll be here. He's bound to suspect something's up." |
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"What do you mean, 'so?'" The volume of D.J.'s voice rose threateningly, and Josie put her finger to her lips in a shushing movement as she glanced toward the connecting door. D.J. scowled but took the warning and remained silent. |
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"I mean," Josie said patiently, "so what if he suspects something? What's he going to suspect? You have a guardian angel? Even if he did suspect you were talking to an otherworldly being, I doubt he'd say so. Besides, he can't hear or see me. What's the problem?" |
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"I can hear and see you. You're going to drive me crazy. Both of you. I just want you to go away. Right now." |
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D.J. marched away from the angel, went into the bathroom, and slammed the door behind her. |
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"And you'd better not appear in here. I'm in no mood," she shouted. When D.J. turned to look at the mirror the only reflection peering back at her was her own. |
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Josie sighed as D.J.'s shout faded away, and the sound of running water replaced it. Her daughter was more trouble than Josie had ever imagined anyone |
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