that place<\/a> \u2026 swirled through her head. She could smell the sea breeze. She could feel it blowing thru her hair. She could see the stars against a black sky. All night long.<\/p>\nThe next morning, she sat bleary-eyed over her cereal while Jack and Katherine devoured theirs. She just stared at her bowl and swirled her spoon.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood Job, Jack!\u201d her mom announced as her brother got up from the table. Jack was skinny and always burning more calories than he took in, so they were always trying to get him to eat.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou, too, Katherine!\u201d\u00a0Julia’s sister was finished and had gone to investigate something she saw moving in the underbrush at the edge of the woods.<\/p>\n
2.<\/h3>\n
The weather was perfect that day. The sun was shining against a blue sky with white clouds blowing on a breeze out of the west. The sunlight glistened on the water. The air was warm, and they went swimming.<\/p>\n
Afterwards, they sat on the dock. All of them except Jack who was still running into the water and out, burning his calories. Katherine was bundled in a big towel shivering in the breeze. Julia was dangling her legs in the water, watching minnows dart in the shallows. Ben sat next to her.\u00a0Ben was their cousin, Jack\u2019s and Katherine\u2019s and Julia’s.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhaaat\u2019s wrrrong?\u201d he asked, drawing out his vowels, splashing water on Julia\u2019s legs, bumping her with his shoulder.<\/p>\n
He had been on the couch the night before when they were all telling stories, when she told her story. When she saw \u2026 that place. Julia looked up and mumbled something.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, really,\u201d he said. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?”<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t want to know,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, but I do,\u201d Ben said with a drawn-out \u201cdooo\u201d and a big smile on his face as he leaned into her again.<\/p>\n
3.<\/h3>\n
She didn\u2019t want to say anything. She didn\u2019t want to tell. But in the end she did.<\/p>\n
She told them about what she had seen. About the big hole that had opened up in the air right in front of her that night. About the waves crashing in the distance. About the stars in the night sky. About the sea breeze. And about how she had to run to get back out, to get back into the room in the cottage where they had been sitting.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat!?\u201d said Jack. He had ceased his charging up and down the beach and had come over to listen to Julia\u2019s story. \u201cWhat!?\u201d he said with his eyes wide open and his jaw agape.<\/p>\n
Katherine rolled her eyes. She had this knack of silently rolling her eyes to show indifference or disbelief or disinterest. She clearly didn\u2019t believe a word Julia had said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t believe me,\u201d Julia said. \u201cI shouldn\u2019t have said anything.”<\/p>\n
Katherine rolled her eyes again. Julia got up to leave.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait,\u201d said Ben. \u201cDon\u2019t go. I believe you.”<\/p>\n
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