Following is the continuing read-along excerpt for stop #18 on the Owlet blog tour. Enjoy!
“Iris, there’s something I have to ask you. Promise me you will
not think of me as a mad man, my dear.”
“You are almost seventeen. When I was your age I lived very
differently. I met your mother at seventeen and only a few years
later we had you. The island I told you about...the one that you
will be visiting...”
He isn’t crazy. Just listen.
“Does the island in your dreams have anything else unique
about it? Something you can remember?” He waited patiently.
“Yes. Plenty of things.”
“Do you remember the doorknob from the house in your dreams? The
windows? The shutters? Bird houses? Flowers, possibly?”
Go on. Tell him. Trust him. He loves you.
“The shutters are black and there aren’t any flowers but there
are planter boxes under every window.”
Iris gasped as he suddenly stood up and ran behind his desk,
shuffling through the drawers. Papers, plastic containers and
paperclips practically flew in the air as he kept hunting for some
invisible prize. Then, a different sound stood out; the sound of a
That sound is familiar. Remember.