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veins. I didn’t need anyone to feel sorry for me. He could tell I was hiding something. As always, my dad could tell. He had a sixth sense about this kind of stuff. Either that, or his precognition abilities gave me away.
    I turned and struggled to look at him, angry tears threatening to emerge at any moment, which I would ultimately hide with an outburst of fury. God. Why was I being such a pussy? I was contemplating whether I needed to share my despair with him or keep it bottled up. Sharing my sorrow, if for no other reason, would be to keep my sanity. So, I spoke from my heart and hoped he would understand. Hoped he wouldn’t push me to the brink of sharing my deep and bottled up emotions with the world. Not today. Not now. Gritting my teeth, I spoke. “Not even a dream, Dad. Not one dream. This is the first time I haven’t dreamed of her in six years.”
    He walked over to me and held both of my shoulders so I would look him straight in the eye. He had to stoop down slightly just to get my attention enough before he spoke.
    “It will come back. She will come back. You do not just lose a gift you have had your entire life. I am certain you will be ok,” he said with conviction.
    “How do you know?”
    “I just do.” He enunciated every word in staccato as if it made his promise more permanent.
    I knew what that meant. That meant he had a vision. As a precog, he was always very private of his visions. Especially when someone was as close to him as I was. But if he said he was “certain” of something… then he had a very good reason to be so confident in his words.
    His confidence that everything would be ok lifted my spirits a bit. However confident his encouragement was, I was still a basket case.
    “Oh, your mother and I went and got your car for you. She hated me for taking her away from you while you were ill, but at least now you’re not stuck here.”
    “Thank you. I actually didn’t even think about the fact it was still at the museum. Shows how on top of things I am. So, I appreciate you thinking ahead for me,” I said with sincerity.
    “You sure you’re okay to drive?” he asked, still holding on to one shoulder as if he needed to keep me in place for a moment longer.
    I just nodded and said, “Yeah, I’m fine now. I was fine shortly after my little episode and sleep seemed to help.”
    After a quick man-hug with my father, which consisted of a shoulder bump and a single pat on the back, a kiss for my mother, and sheer willpower not to break down like a nancy, I left my father’s house for the studio. Lavendine was like my sanctuary. And my heart was calling out for my safe haven.
     
    To keep my mind occupied, I decided to start laying the frogs out and planning the pattern they would be mounted in. Taking up an entire classroom, I pushed all the high-top tables together and spread several sheets of drywall out onto them to make up the ten-foot by twenty-four-foot space the piece would occupy. This way, I could organize and trace them with a pencil to plan their positions carefully. Considering I had Jay taking care of the studio and member sign-ups again today, I was able to delve into my work uninterrupted.
    After several minutes of prepping my area, I made the verdict I would place a sign on the classroom door, claiming the room as mine until this project was complete. The members had three other workrooms they could utilize, so it would likely only mess with the workshop schedules, which could easily be transferred to other classrooms temporarily.
    Sitting down, I began gluing more amethyst eyes to each frog, using the appropriate sizes for each and holding them up to the sunlight to test their shine.
    I heard Jay talking with what must have been a new member because I would have remembered that voice anywhere if I had heard it before. Songs of angels paled in comparison to her mesmerizing voice. I was half tempted to peek out and see who this woman was, but thoughts of amethyst eyes