It was a dark and stormy night.
It always is, isn’t it – right when you least want it. I know it was dark because – well – it was night; and I know it was stormy because it was raining. I hate getting wet, and I hated hiding in the dark, and there you have it: it was a dark and stormy night.
I fidgeted, then sneezed.
“Shh!” someone hissed. Probably Glen. His kind made a distinct hissing noise.
|Memo to myself, I thought. Hiding under bed with dust allergies – bad idea. Not that I would need a ‘Minder – I wouldn’t forget this in a hurry. My eyes watered; I had to wipe the moisture off two of them.
The allergies would wear off in a few hours. I should have known better than to provoke Bernice before a scare. I couldn’t even remember what I’d been so upset about. That was one of his strengths. I shook my head, disturbing more dust than ever. Then