I Think She's Trying to Tell Me Something
Chapter One
"I had this dream last night," Jeff says, and for some reason I ask him what it was about.
"I dreamed that I killed every dog that lives on my hall."
Coming from anyone else, this would sound weird.
"I had set these traps, right outside my door," he goes on, "and whenever one of the little bastards came running past, yelping and barking and doing all the things that keep me from getting to sleep every night, he would get yanked right back into my apartment through a trapdoor. And then, once I had him, I drowned him in the bathtub. It went on for about four or five dogs."
"What about their owners?" I ask, after a gulp of my orange juice. "Were they pissed?"
"They weren't in the dream," he says, momentarily puzzled. But then he continues. "It's not ... read full excerpt from I Think She's Trying to Tell Me Something ebook
