A Low Profile

Spring Sprang, but fell back to sleep.

 Brenda wasn't surprised by Farleigh's experiences. Hearing voices was a normal part of life for many people. She had experienced many situations in her younger years. Her pre dreaming state often produced voices, music, and images just before she fell asleep. She would hear someone speak, awaken fully, giggle, and say "I heard that" to her voices. On occasion she would think that the radio was turned on, but it wasn't. The music wasn't on, either. Her mother had told her to accept unusual happenings as long as they were not harmful, or frightening.

Some things were explained away. A whirring fan could sound like voices, or music, but the sounds could be coming from any manner of places. Humans were generally not encouraged to develop anything past the mundane world of communication on an average basis. Brenda had been mocked in school for mentioning extrasensory perception, or ghosts. The general consensus dictated that "Jesus Christ" could hallucinate, levitate, fly, jump out of the grave, make magic happen, and no one named Joe Blow was capable of such things.

Mr. Griffin had requested Daniel's telephone number from her a week earlier, and the "historical reenactment" would be happening after Easter. She had no intention of watching Caitlin 

bouncing her big chest around an open field with Henry in her arms while Daniel played the role of "musket man" defending their town from the British.

Daniel hadn't been in touch. Brenda hated playing "middle woman" in a dysfunctional social circle. Mr. Griffin, however, was an expert in the field of repairing "most things public, and private." No doubt, his Colonial costumes would outshine anyone else's. If Caitlin ever had plans to get "in" with Miss Grayson, the socialite, those plans were assuredly mummified, and entombed forever.