Jonas
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Podcast Appearances
Knocking.
Not banging.
Not pounding.
Three soft, careful knocks.
They came from the front door.
I didn't move.
My hands went clammy and I felt every inch of the quilt wrap tied around me.
My body went cold all at once.
Like the warm had been sucked out of the room.
I remembered Alma's voice.
Don't speak to it.
So I didn't.
Next morning, she asked if I'd heard anything.
I lied.
I said no.
She looked at me for a long second, then said, then it ain't interested yet.
She said it like she was testing me, like she already knew the answer.
We spent most of that day outside.
She had me help Chopkin then sweep out the smokehouse and clear some debris near the garden fence.
The woods felt different.