"To protect yourself against that....charlatan. In other words, your doctor."
"How many weapons have you got?"
"Quite enough. People come to my house and play pranks. That's why I prefer to keep myself armed."
Uncle Jeffrey was beside himself with fury.
"You're spaced-out! If I see you in this state again....."
Sandie didn't know what to say. She entered the spare bedroom and started to ponder. Jordan would understand. He'd hide her in in his house - she was dead certain.
The following morning, she got up 5.00 Uncle Jeffrey and Eric were asleep. Sandie carried her little trunk which contained clothes, the bags and a photo of cousin Thomas. On the way to Jordan's house, she searched her pockets to make sure that the pistol was there. Yes, it was. Sandie breathed freely as she began to see the red house.
Jordan wasn't surprised to see her.
"I sort of thought you'd return. You're free to stay here. Are you hungry?"
She stuffed herself with slices of bacon and told him about the accident. His eyes turned into saucers as she described the dreadful course of events in uncle Jeffrey's basement.
"They emerged from that bubbling sauce, is that what you mean?"
"Yes. They attacked me...."
"Play it cool. I'll give you some hash and then you'll be calm."
"Thank you."
He gave her the powder and she swallowed it.
Jordan flopped down in his leather-upholstered armchair.
"I'm crazy", he talked to himself. "I'll help her, she can't consume all of it."
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