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234 SNOWBOUND “Do you ever talk to him?” Kelli sounded elaborately casual. “You know he doesn’t really have phone service.” “No, I mean e-mail or IM or something.” “Not in a long while. I do have his e-mail address at home, though. I’m sure he’d be flattered to hear from you. I’ll bring it tomorrow.” She nodded at them, and they accepted the dismissal, glancing back as they bumped into each other crowding through the doorway. What in heck was that about? But she didn’t waste a lot of time speculating. The following day she brought his e-mail address as promised and gave it to Tabitha on a self-stick note. Then she turned her thoughts to the dinner date that might be fun, if only she could get past the idea of Chad wanting to kiss her. THERE WERE A COUPLE of unfamiliar e-mails, but John ignored them until he’d replied to his sister’s. Business has been slow these past few weeks—this is the in-between season. Not enough snow, not enough sun. Same as last year. But it’ll pick up soon. He paused, then surprised himself by typing, Why don’t you come up for a visit? John almost backspaced to obliterate the invitation he hadn’t known he was going to offer, but, although his finger hovered above the key, in the end he moved his hand to the mouse and clicked Send. Liz was
JANICE KAY JOHNSON 235 unlikely to come anyway. She sounded plenty busy, and content with their e-mail correspondence if invariably concerned about him in a sisterly way. He was surviving. There wasn’t much else he could say. In some ways, he’d regressed since Fiona left. The nightmares had returned full-force, and he’d had two major, full-color, 3-D flashbacks, although in neither case, thank God, had he actually tackled a guest. Once he had yelled a warning and started running toward two men coming down the porch steps. He’d seen—God, as real as they were—a robed figure skirting the porch to intercept them. He’d seen the odd way the robe draped, the mass of something unnatural around the chest. But in his flashback, there was no explosion, and he reached the foot of the steps to find only the two bewildered guests. Sweating, shaking, he’d looked up and found inspiration. “I must be seeing things.” You think? he mocked himself. “I could have sworn that icicle was breaking free.” They both looked up as well, at the dagger of ice that could indeed have done some damage if it had fallen, and one of them said, “You might want to knock that baby off.” He had, because they were right; with the melt, it could fall at the wrong time. Solving the problem of what he might do at the wrong time was another matter. E-mails from buddies. He’d been sending more these past few months—one form of progress—and therefore getting more in return. One guy from his platoon was in a Veteran’s hospital recovering from the loss of his left lower leg, shattered by mortar. His e-mails were somewhere between philosophical and pissed. John wondered if Miller would be honest if John were to ask,
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JANICE KAY JOHNSON 235<br />
unlikely to <strong>com</strong>e anyway. She sounded plenty busy,<br />
and content with their e-mail correspondence if invariably<br />
concerned about him in a sisterly way.<br />
He was surviving. There wasn’t much else he could say.<br />
In some ways, he’d regressed since Fiona left. The nightmares<br />
had returned full-force, and he’d had two major,<br />
full-color, 3-D flashbacks, although in neither case, thank<br />
God, had he actually tackled a guest. Once he had yelled<br />
a warning and started running toward two men <strong>com</strong>ing<br />
down the porch steps. He’d seen—God, as real as they<br />
were—a robed figure skirting the porch to intercept them.<br />
He’d seen the odd way the robe draped, the mass of something<br />
unnatural around the chest. But in his flashback,<br />
there was no explosion, and he reached the foot of the steps<br />
to find only the two bewildered guests. Sweating, shaking,<br />
he’d looked up and found inspiration.<br />
“I must be seeing things.” You think? he mocked himself.<br />
“I could have sworn that icicle was breaking free.”<br />
They both looked up as well, at the dagger of ice that<br />
could indeed have done some damage if it had fallen, and<br />
one of them said, “You might want to knock that baby off.”<br />
He had, because they were right; with the melt, it<br />
could fall at the wrong time. Solving the problem of<br />
what he might do at the wrong time was another matter.<br />
E-mails from buddies. He’d been sending more these<br />
past few months—one form of progress—and therefore<br />
getting more in return. One guy from his platoon was<br />
in a Veteran’s hospital recovering from the loss of his<br />
left lower leg, shattered by mortar. His e-mails were<br />
somewhere between philosophical and pissed. John<br />
wondered if Miller would be honest if John were to ask,