Page 67 of When the Snowman Whispered
“I-I. . .”
She raised her eyebrows.
“I was chasing wolves.”
“Wolves?” Her eyes widened.
“I wasn’t sure, if they were wolves or not, but I thought I should check them out.”
“Why weren’t you sure if they were wolves? You know every creature around these mountains.”
I shrugged. “It was a weird night for both of us.”
“So, something weird did happen to you?”
“I don’t know if that is as weird as. . .”
“What?” she asked.
“I don’t think it was as weird as your night.”
“Meaning.” She crossed her arms around her chest and leaned against the kitchen’s doorway. “What did you see?”
“Who’s Remy?”
She gasped. “Did you see him?”
“No, but I saw you. . .being with him.”
“Being with him?”
“Yes. Naked.”
“You said that.”
“And moaning,” I added.
Her voice cracked. “Oh.”
I said the other words through clenched teeth, “And moaning this man’s name.”
She cleared her throat.
“Who’s Remy?” I asked.
“Long story.”
“We have time.”
She left the doorway. “Mom was doing her magic thing tonight. That’s what’s going on. And you know her well enough to not try to make sense of her craziness.”
“I don’t think this was just about your mom. You were out there talking to him and he wasn’t around.”
“I clearly thought I saw him.”
“Who?”
“Remy.”
