“What about a wildlife specialist?” Wendy chirped. “When I was at school, a veterinarian came by. He’s also a park ranger. He said that he used to work here for clinical hours. He would know what to do!”
“Who is that?” Mom asked.
“He said his name was Mr. Windsor.”
“Interesting,” Mom said. “I think that’s…”
That’s when it hit me.
Windsor.
Holly.
I slapped my head with my hand. “Oh.”
“What?”
I gave a quick run-down of what Odin had shared with me last night.
My mom looked at me like I was special.
“Why wouldn’t you connect the vet Holly to the same Holly that calls us once a week for wildlife pickups?” My mother rolled her eyes.
I knew that she was making light of what I’d just shared for Wendy’s sake, but I could see the worry in her eyes.
They were just as aware of Errol and his ways, too.
This new discovery meant unknown.
Unknown was scary.
At least the devil you knew you could anticipate. Prepare. Plan.
If we didn’t know what we were looking for, or who we were looking for, we were kind of left in the dark.
“I’m going to be late,” Wendy declared.
My mom, Dad, and I shared a long look.
“Let’s go, girl.” I sighed.
I left my mom and dad in my house, deciding to do something fun and stop for donuts on the way to school.
Wendy was already late.
Another ten minutes wouldn’t kill her.
Thirteen
Everyone talks about finding the one that makes their heart skip a beat. Personally, I’m not looking to develop a heart problem.
—Constance to Odin
Odin
“Can I get you anything else?”
I shook my head, not bothering to reply.
