Following is the continuing read-along excerpt for stop #82 on the Owlet blog tour. Enjoy!
Iris was about to walk forward to look beyond the trees past
the gazebo when she saw something out of the corner of her eye,
dark brown hair flying in the wind. Then, in an instant the head
of hair was gone; and when she turned back, so were the
children. She walked to where she had been lying as a little
girl and lay in exactly the same spot. She stared at the gazebo
ceiling thinking. It must have been us. Falcon and I. And
that voice, the woman, must have been my mother.
She turned her head to the side and could see Falcon’s face
again, the moment before Diana had interrupted. “Was he really
sent to kill me?” Iris asked herself and turned back to look at
the ceiling, no longer willing to keep staring into the eyes of
an apparent assassin. I just don’t understand.
“Izzy? Now you can’t stay mad at him forever you know.”
That is that same voice! Iris thought, as the scent of
strawberries and apples filled the gazebo. She looked around and
could see her mother leaning over the railing, faced away from
her so that all she could see was long, dark brown hair and the
lower half of a long lavender dress. “Mom,” Iris whispered.
“Come on Izzy, come over here and stop hiding. Your dad doesn’t
know about this hiding spot yet and you don’t want me to tell
him, do you? If you played hide and seek again he might actually
stand a chance of winning.”
“I like winning though.”
“I know you do, my sweetheart. Why don’t you come up here and
talk with me for a moment.”