In part one, Tunnel, our heroine escaped death at Arlene’s hands. Ten years later…
“If birds descended from dinosaurs, did people descend from angels?” My nine-year old daughter asked.
How was she to know I was fighting for both our lives?
“Where did that come from?” I wondered.
“My tutor says there are no such things as angels, just kind people.”
“I’ll remind her that she’s there to teach you paleontology, not expound about her views on religion,” I said, trying to ignore the semi-automatic presently pointed at my head.
“Miss Arlene says she’s your best friend. Are you practicing a scene in your next movie?”
“Yes, sweetie pie. It’s past your bedtime.”
“Aw, mommy?” she complained.
She stopped at the door, her eyes on my calm face. I smiled at her and she trudged up the stairs to her room. I turned back toward Arlene, watching the snow fall past the picture window on a mansion so far away from the 10 foot brick wall protecting my home that no one could see it from the house.
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