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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 177) Irony

Lyla laughs as she thinks of the man who bumped into her on the sidewalk today. There she was in Madrid, one of the busiest cities in the world, where she shared the sidewalks with clusters of people. Yet, it is here in her quaint little hometown that she is practically knocked to the ground because one other person happened to be on the same path as her. She laughs again at the irony of it all.  

Her thoughts now go the moment she ran into the man outside the stained glass shop in Madrid. She knew the man today reminded her of someone and that is it! No wonder this felt familiar. Both men were of the same height and weight but the incident in Madrid was much more mysterious.

Lyla shivers as she starts to think about the disturbing things that happened to her while in Spain. She recalls the feelings of being followed, watched, and she felt taunted by bizarre shadows and strange flashes of cryptic images that entered her mind.

With the bedroom now toasty warm from the fire, she wants to avoid any spooky thoughts before bed. Therefore, with her salad eaten, she decides to wash up and get into her night-clothes. Once this is complete, she sits back on the bed, brushes her long hair and yawns, now realizing just how tired she really is.

“Oh rats, I need to run the plate to the kitchen,” she says as she yawns once again. 

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 176) Settle In

It takes Lyla two separate trips to run a good amount of wood from the pile outside, to the second floor fireplace. She gets things started and once the fire takes and is fairly settled, she pops downstairs to grab her laptop and the salad she prepared earlier.

This time Smokey follows her upstairs and perches herself at the foot of the bed, which happens to be her favorite spot in the entire house. Even though it is early evening, Lyla tries to settle in for the night by reviewing the information she has on Marcus’ site as well as catching up on local and national news events.

She did not have much of a breakfast and between the work she did at the art shop, loft, and then the walk all the way home from Marnie’s house, she did not find time for lunch. With the television playing low, she tunes it to an old movie as she sits on her bed and munches on her salad. She is half way through her meal when a text message comes in from Marcus and she reads it aloud.

“We are on our way home, should be in town by late tomorrow. I’ll contact you the next day.” Lyla looks over at her sleeping cat. “Oh wow, he said we, so that means Destry agreed to come with him. I cannot believe they are already heading back, good thing I did not procrastinate on getting his place organized. You agree Smokes?” She grins as she glances at the portly feline. 

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The Eyes OF A Fetch (Excerpt 175) Chilly Night

Lyla unlocks the front door of her house and steps inside. She is hit immediately with thoughts of Penny. Marnie said she saw Penny in the house. Was she merely in a drunken haze or did she actually see something? After all, Lyla herself has been frightened here in her own home several times lately. Smokey comes scurrying down the hall from the sunroom to greet her mistress with a hearty meow.

“Hey precious girl, how are you doing?” says Lyla as she squats down to pet her beautiful gray cat.

Smokey is purring loudly as she leans up rubbing her head against Lyla’s arm. She then walks over to the suitcase and acts as if she is going to rub against it but with a little sniff, she quickly runs off and meows as if complaining.

“Well that was short lived you fickle cat.” Says Lyla as she stands up and takes the case upstairs to her bedroom.

With a chilly night forecasted, she decides to light a fire once again. Since she plans to spend most of her time in her bedroom, she must get it stocked with fresh wood from the stack of logs and lumber near the back door. First, she stops at the kitchen to make a garden salad for dinner and to feed Smokey her evening meal.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 174) His Features

Lyla watches the man for a moment as he makes his way down the sidewalk. What is it? There is something about his stature and the way he carries himself that reminds her of someone. As she looks down to grab her case she is unaware that the man turns to glance back at her.

Without slowing his step, his lip curls slightly at the corner as he looks forward again and his features slowly begin to change. His nose grows a little sharper and his face thins. With a determined yet light step, Crispin Duff is now passing in front of Lyla’s house as he slips a stocking cap on over his nearly shaved head of dark hair.

He looks up at the large old house smiling with a very wide grin. He would do anything to hold her again, even though his ploy gave him just a few seconds, she was in his arms. An interesting sparkle flickers in Crispin’s green eyes as he continues on his way.  

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 173) Embarrassment

The man keeps one arm around Lyla and his other hand on the small of her back. He does not let go until he is sure she has gained her footing. Finally, very slowly, he releases his grasp. Lyla, laughing and warm with embarrassment, responds to his apology.

“It’s okay, no harm done.” She reaches to pick up her suitcase but he grabs for it at the same time causing her hand to touch his. She feels a shock of energy, which surprises her, and she quickly pulls back.

“Oh wow! Did I shock you?” he laughs as he asks the question. “It’s this wool jacket, always does that to me. You have my apologies again.” He wipes off the small amount of mud that the suitcase fell into and says, “A good beginning is half the work done,” and he sets the case up next to her.

“Really, it’s okay, thank you.” Lyla says as she smiles. They stand there for a moment both looking at the case, neither making much eye contact, but then Lyla looks up at him. Something about this stranger appeals to her. He glances up, briefly looking her in the eyes, then immediately looks back down. Leaning over and looking up, Lyla tries to make eye contact. Something seems very familiar about him but before she can ask any questions, he steps to the side to continue down the street. 

“Again, sorry, have a good evening!” He quickly walks away as he speaks and after a few steps, slips his hands into his jacket pockets.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 172) Fast Pace

Finally, Lyla reaches the far end of her street and this reminds her of when she was a kid. She likes the up-close views of the yards in bloom and the fact that she is walking the same path where day after day she would dream about living in the exact house she now calls home. The sweet smells of the flowers and damp earth floods her mind with youthful days and long summer vacations.

She is now several houses down from her own when she hears footsteps approaching from behind at a very fast pace. She turns her head to peek around her hood and sees a man, with his head down, rapidly approaching. She continues walking but steps much closer to the edge of the sidewalk to allow him to pass but this does not seem to help.

He bumps into her rather hard causing her to trip and begin to fall forward. She puts her arms out to keep from tumbling into a white picket fence but the man catches her before she hits anything at all.

“Oh I am so sorry,” He says in a southern accent, his arm wrapped tightly around her midsection. He holds her without much effort, in fact, Lyla feels as if he is holding her much longer than necessary. “I thought I was the only one on the sidewalk, I apologize,” says this stranger with shaggy light brown hair.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 171) Winter’s Chill

Lyla still has the number in her phone from the taxi service that picked her up at the airport and she gives them a call. Within minutes, they dispatch a car to Lyla’s location where she helps Marnie into the back seat. Placing her belongings in the trunk, Lyla joins her drunken friend for the ride home. After directing the driver to Marnie’s house there is no other conversation between any of them as they make the trip.

Once they arrive, she assists her troubled friend to the sofa, covers her with a blanket making sure she is safe. Lyla notifies Marnie’s brother of the situation and he asks her to stay with Marnie until she is asleep, which happens almost immediately. To be safe, Lyla sits with her for half an hour longer, then locks the door and begins her walk home.

Even though it is mid-afternoon with intense sunshine, the temperature is still holding on to winter’s chill. Lyla zips her jacket up tight and pulls the hood up around her ears. She extends the handle on her suitcase and pulls it along behind her as she walks down the sidewalk toward her side of town. Marnie’s house is a good distance from Lyla’s and it takes her about an hour to pass through the various neighborhoods that divide their homes, but she is enjoying the exercise and beautiful weather.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 170) Haunting You

In no way was Lyla belittling Marnie for her comment, she simply asked her to explain in more detail. Marnie tends to get confused but when more alcohol than blood is running through her veins, she exaggerates much more than usual. Unfortunately, this behavior has become the norm lately. Marnie steps up closer to Lyla, breathing that foul breath of hers in Lyla’s face, and points her finger at her nose.

“Penny came in the back door, from the garden where she was found dead!” says Marnie in a low grumble. “I saw her twice! She is haunting your house Lyla, she is haunting you and I don’t blame her one bit.” Marnie points and then staggers to the left as she leans on the glass window of the art shop. “You killed her you know.”

“Marnie, I think we need to get you home.” Lyla says trying to hide the shock she feels from what Marnie just said. Is it possible that Marnie truly believes she had something to do with Penny’s death? How could she believe such a thing? Holding Marnie by the arm, Lyla gently asks, “Where did you park your car?”

“I didn’t drive here, you dope!” Marnie says as she pulls her arm from Lyla’s gentle hold. She takes a step, then plops down on the bench outside the art shop. “How did you get here then? Taxi?” asks Lyla now determined to make sure Marnie gets home safely.

“I don’t know.” Marnie replies as she leans her head back and closes her eyes as if she is completely worn out.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 169) Penny’s Ghost

Lyla grabs the handle of her rolling case and starts walking away. Glancing at the reflection in the shop window, she can see the dismay on Marnie’s face. Clearly, Marnie is stumped that the conversation quickly ended without having a chance to elaborate more on her so-called condition. Lyla cannot help but grin.

“I saw Penny’s ghost at your house!” Marnie squeals in her high-pitched squawky and irritating voice as if taunting Lyla. With this comment Lyla stops. She knows Penny’s death has been hard on Marnie as it has been for everyone else, but now she claims to have seen her ghost.

“What?” questions Lyla. She turns around for clarification and Marnie practically bumps into her as she moves in her direction. Lyla steps to the side to avoid being trampled.

“I saw her at your house.” She says with a hateful tone and a nasty smirk as she places her hand on her hip.

“When, when did you see her, Marnie?” asks Lyla in a calm manner not believing a word she says.

“Don’t patronize me!” Marnie says harshly as she looks away. Her head wobbles slightly as she gains her balance.

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The Eyes OF A Fetch (Excerpt 168) Performance

“Well now look at that, still not staying at your house I take it?” says Marnie in a sarcastic tone. It is obvious she has been drinking for the liquor smells strong on her breath and she is standing several feet away.

“Actually I am staying at my house, I just came over here to clean the loft and gather my things.” says Lyla as she smiles at Marnie glad she was able to correct her. “What are you up to today?”

“Oh, not much you know. I’ve had a bit of a bellyache and decided I might need to make an appointment with my doctor, but he can’t get me in until next week! Can you believe that?” Marnie staggers as she rubs her stomach and wrinkles her face. Lyla knows she is twisting and turning and rubbing her belly for attention. Most of all, as an attempt to get Lyla to ask more questions, which keeps Marnie at the center of attention where she likes it best. In spite of her outstanding performance, Lyla does not buy into Marnie’s game anymore and refuses to act at all interested.

“I’m sure if the doctor thought it was something serious they would work you in.” says Lyla without much emotion. “I hope you get to feeling better, I’ve got to go.”

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