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watched her. “Okay, we have to call someone. We have to do something about all of this.”
    Sam threw up a hand. “Anna, this is my life. It always has been. You know that.”
    Anna shook her head. “Not like this. You see people’s auras. You know things before they happen. This weird ghost guy type thing is new.”
    Sam turned, rummaging through clothes.
    “You were attacked less than twenty four hours ago and now the bruises are gone. That’s not normal.”
    “I’m going to my parents to do laundry,” Sam said, avoiding the subject. “You want me to take anything of yours?”
    Anna sighed. “Everything.”
    Sam huffed. “Well, hand it over, sunshine. I’m not digging through the apartment.”
    Vig resurfaced from the bathroom as Sam began collecting clothes. Both girls looked up and grinned.
    Vig stared. “You both suck.”
    Sam threw her arms around him. “We’re sorry we laughed.”
    Anna smirked.
“I’m
not. That was hilarious.”
    Vig stared at Anna as Sam began laughing again. Anna threw her slender legs over the side of the bed. She stood up and began a search for laundry. “We will be at Crash by eight o’clock tonight,” she said, using her feet to walk a pile of clothes toward Sam. “I’ll be at the library cramming for economics before then. I’ll meet Sam back here around six o’clock tonight and we’ll drive together.”
    Through a flat stare Vig said, “Why don’t you show up at three thirty a.m.—lots of open tables then.”
    Sam laughed harder.
    Anna sauntered up to him placing her hands on his cheeks. “I love you.” She kissed his lips—lingering. “Thank you for staying.”
    He stared back, fighting her seduction, but losing.
“You’re evil.”
    Anna winked and headed toward the bathroom.
    Sam shook her head, gathering the new pile of clothes. Vig stared, squinting as she put the clothes in a basket. “Sam, come here.”
    She set the basket down and turned. “What?”
    He lifted a hand motioning for her to come. “Let me see your neck.”
    She crossed the room, apprehensive. He put a hand under her chin, turning her head from right to left. “That’s crazy,” he said. “Have you seen this?”
    “Yeah,” she said. “I dunno...”
    “Does it still hurt?”
    Sam shook her head. “It stopped hurting last night.”
    Vig shook his head, eyebrows raised. “I don’t even want to know,” he said. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He grabbed his shirt from the dresser and pulled it over his head. “If you need anything, let me know, okay?”
    “I will.” She smiled and gave him a hug. He squeezed her tight and kissed the top of her head. He moved out into the sitting area, sat down and grabbed his shoes. “Okay, I’m out,” he called through the closed bathroom door.
    Anna reemerged as he slipped them on. She leaned forward and kissed him. “Thanks again,” she said. “I’ll see you tonight.”
    He stood. “Any time.” He turned for the door and left.
    Anna returned to the bathroom. “I’m getting in the shower.”
    “Okay, I’m going.”
    “See you tonight,” Anna called. She opened the door, poking her head out. “Please be careful.”
    Sam nodded. “I will.”
    Anna stared through the cracked door. “I think we should call a priest or something.”
    Sam’s features twisted in distain. “Okay, Anna. You call a priest.”
    Anna nodded and closed the door.
    Sam stood, glancing at the floor. She did her best to ignore what was happening, but the truth was she was terrified—terrified because she didn’t understand it, but even more so because she had no one to turn to. She exhaled, grabbing an elastic from her dresser and pulled her hair up in a ponytail. She threw on a T-shirt and some yoga pants, and slipped into her shoes. Hoisting the loaded basket of clothes into her arms, she sighed, carrying the clothes out to the trunk of her mother’s old Camry, and climbed into the driver’s seat. Starting the engine, she pulled out of the