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Ilona — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 16:54:45 +0000

We rolled on, down the road. Brush rose on both sides of what once was a curvy subdivision street. The woods looked surprisingly picturesque. Huge trees touched with green moss vied for space. Small clumps of flowers bloomed in bright patches here and there: yellow dandelions, purple henbits, tiny white blossoms in a nest of green – looked like hairy bittercress, but I wasn’t sure. A wide island of forsythia bushes flowered on the left in a froth of vivid yellow, as if dipped into whipped sunshine. On the right, a nameless vine dripped from the branches, threatening to spill delicate lavender flowers. You half expected Pooh Bear to waddle out from between the brush. Of course, knowing Sibley, Pooh would open a mouth full of deep-water teeth and try to take a chunk out of our hides.

Directions said two rights, one left, then straight. The first two turns were easy enough, the left was a tight squeeze between two pines. Beyond the turn bamboo hugged the road, forming a dense green tunnel. I steered the Jeep through it.

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” Andrea frowned.

“Would you like me to pull over and ask that bamboo for directions?”

“I don’t know, do you think it will answer?”

We peered at bamboo.

“I think it looks suspicious,” Andrea said.

“Maybe there is a heffalump hiding in it.”

Andrea stared at me.

“You know, heffalump? From Pooh Bear?”

“Where do you even get this shit?”

Ilona Andrews » andrea

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