“A flash of black streaked across the sky. Without even thinking, I hurried across the living room and peered out through the curtains.
This is what I saw: On the garage, the window above my bed was open, and Lora was leaning out. Her long hair spilled over the sill, red on white. For a second I thought she was going to climb out again, in spite of the fact that she’d just promised she wouldn’t. But then something stranger happened: the flash of black turned out to be a crow, and once it settled onto the windowsill, Lora started talking to it.
Um. What the hell?
I mean, okay, she was raised in the country, so talking to horses wouldn’t have been that bad. But crows? That was a little too Demented-Disney-Princess for me. Still, long shadows draped across the windowsill, making it hard to see clearly. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure what was happening.
I needed to get a better look.
I ran to the door.
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