Home Sweet Home

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The sun was just coming up as Betty and I climbed into the van.

The Baron, Calvin and Harold were already in the van.

Calvin had his seatbelt on.

I never said a word.

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Russell had flown off with the General on his back, sputtering something about gathering the clan.

I was afraid to ask.

Seems like he and the Rat have put aside their differences and stopped trying to kill each other.

For now.

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As I started the van, Betty asked why I wanted her to take an umbrella.

"It looks like it is going to be a beautiful day."

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"Just a hunch," I told her.

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The drive to the lake was about what I expected.

Harold and Calvin, trying to give me directions and shortcuts, one of which included driving through a wooded area.

I calmly reminded them that there was only one road and the chances of getting lost were pretty slim.

But they kept babbling on and I kept telling them to, "Shut up."

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Betty was laughing quietly all the way and holding my hand.

She had such a beautiful laugh and her hand was so soft.

I was so much in love.

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"This is where Harold murdered me."

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"I did not murder you," Harold snapped.

"Krall?"

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We were taking a sharp turn in the road and I was about to bark at Calvin, once again, to shut up, when a blinding light flashed in my eyes.

I slammed on the brakes.

I saw something flash by my head and through the windshield.

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"What was that?" Betty shrieked.

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I rubbed my eyes.

"I don't know."

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"That was the same thing I saw the morning I had my accident," Harold informed me.

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I turned to him.

Calvin was no where to be seen.

I looked questioningly at the Baron.

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"Last I saw, he was flying through the windshield," the Baron laughed.

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So much for seatbelts.

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"That was not the sun, Harold."

I turned back to look out the windshield.

Calvin was picking himself up off the ground. He was brushing dust off himself.

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How did he get dust on himself.

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"Are you sure?" Harold quizzed.