’ ‘I’ll substitute teach and work part-time at a grocery store or something.’ ‘Fine. You can move next week.’ April spent the next week so...ting out her and the girls’ belongings from those of her husband. Her father-in-law helped carry boxes and other things down from the attic and even moved his truck out of the garage to make room for the piles of things that would go on the moving van. ‘We’re sorry to see you go,’ he told her. ‘But that don’t mean we’re going to make it harder.’ The girls. Her dark, chestnut hair was still sleep tousled and he liked that she hadn’t tried to put on a false front. She wore an old flannel shirt underneath faded bib overalls. The clothes fit her personality — country comfortable. Her magazine fell to the side. ‘Why are you staring at me, Holder?’ His eyes traveled down to her feet, covered by fuzzy brown dog-faced slippers. ‘You look nice in the morning,’ he said, smiling broadly. Her cheeks colored a little. ‘Get your eyes checked when you get. He immediately noticed his spider sense tingling, not in danger, but in low alarm. This gal was one to watch out for! He knocked on his landladies door, and when she opened it a crack, said "It's me Mrs. White. This lady was asking about for you."The door closed again, then they heard the chain being removed. "Oh, you must be Selina" Mrs. White said, her voice thickly accented with New York accent."Yes, I am. Could I see the apartment please?" OK, lemme get my cane, and I will take ya up to. . it’s... wow.’ All of a sudden it was hard to keep talking, I’d lost my train of thoughts and new words just weren’t forming, there was an overwhelming tingle in my brain that just soaked up all of my attention. It was a nice tingle, an addictive tingle, it felt really good. I didn’t want to think about anything else but that mysterious tingle. I was lightheaded and slightly dizzy too. It was like being drunk, but different.‘Wu...wu...wu.’ I wanted to ask what was happening to me, but no words.