In a tense whisper, she hissed “Judy, he was here at one minute before midnight. He was only ONE minute away from being declared lost. If I fudge any of the paperwork, even by a minute, he doesn’t go into another nursery.” The second woman in the jeans and t-shirt sucked in her breath and her eyes widened.
What the hell were these hallucinations talking about? That therapy when he woke up didn’t sound so bad.
“Never mind,” the second woman said, reaching over the threshold. One stranger handed over a babified 18-year-old to another. Dante found himself resting on the hip of the other Judy
