The Vision. Linda Blum
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“Just like a woman,” Will said bending down to pet her.
“Uncle Will!” shrieked Jay.
Jay gave his great uncle a bear hug knocking them both down.
“Jay, take it easy on the old man,” Ren teased as he offered Will a hand to help him up.
Will grabbed his hand, but instead of getting up he gave it a quick tug and pulled Ren to the ground.
Will gave him a smug look. “Now, what was that comment about me being old?”
“So you can pull me to the ground. That doesn’t mean anything,” Ren taunted.
“Can you believe your father?” Will commented to Jay, “What do you think I should do with him?” he winked conspiratorially at him.
Jay, who had been piqued to excitement when his father joined them, smiled up at Uncle Will and said with delight, “Challenge him to an arm wrestle.”
Judy groaned. “Not this again.”
She watched as her husband and uncle locked hands preparing for their duel, while her son looked on in anticipation. Over the years, Judy had observed many matches between the two of them. It was all in fun, of course, but she often wondered what drove men to want to do this? Was it a testosterone surge, or maybe it was their time of the month. She had read that some experts believe that men have a monthly cycle, like women, only it affected them differently. This made Judy wonder if she was witnessing a male pms-like moment?
In the end Ren won, Uncle Will attested that he let him, Jay revelled in observing the male bonding ritual, Sam napped through the whole event and Judy wondered why she didn’t take Sam’s lead and do the same thing.
The day seemed to fly by. Judy was happy to see Jay and Ren were back to their normal selves again. She credited their change in mood because of their talk with Will about last night’s events.
Later, when Ren and Jay decided to take Sam for a walk Judy declined. She wanted to talk with her uncle. She really needed his help right now, but the question that plagued her was would he?
Chapter 5
Will looked at his niece with concern, as visions of his sister passed through his mind. His intuition detected that something was going on and it had to do with her mother. He balked at the thought, hoping he was wrong.
“So what’s up?” her Uncle asked.
Judy didn’t answer right away.
Will continued, “I knew from the moment I spoke to you this morning that there was more to it than just what happened last night. So spill it.”
“You’re right,” she hesitated before continuing. “It has to do with mom.”
Will mentally cringed. He wished his niece would put this to rest. At times he thought she had come to terms with her death and moved on, but then she would approach him and want to rehash it again. He realized the whole ordeal was hard on her, but he hoped that one day she could find some closure.
“What about your mother?”
“I’ve been having that dream, or should I say, nightmare again,” she replied.
“You mean the one you had after your mother died?” he questioned.
“Yes, that one,” Judy shook her head eagerly. “Only this time it’s different.”
After her mother’s death she had a reoccurring nightmare that replayed the murder. At the time Judy hoped the dream would reveal the murderer, but it never did.
“How is it different?”
Judy took a deep breath. “This time the murderer is a woman with green eyes.”
Will sat silent, absorbing what she said. A nagging feeling came over him that this information was somehow relevant to his sister’s murder case. The rational part of him, however, chalked it up to wishful thinking. Moments passed as he continued battling with these thoughts.
Judy watched her uncle knowing all to well the questions that were going through his mind, as she too had many queries. Now that he knew she hoped that he could help her.
“So what do you make of it?” Judy asked.
Will turned the question back to her. “What do you make of it?”
He sensed that she believed the dream was giving her clues, but he wanted confirmation of this.
“I think I am getting a glimpse of the murderer,” she answered excitedly.
“I’m going to regret saying this, but I think you may be right,” he agreed reluctantly.
“So what do we do now?”
“Nothing,” Will replied, “We don’t have much to go on.”
A look of disappointment appeared on her face.
“I guess not,” she conceded.
Will sensed that Judy seemed hopeful at the prospect of finding the murderer and believed her dream was the source that would unravel this mystery. This worried him, as she had experienced the same thing after her mother died, only to become disheartened in the end.
“Let’s wait to see if you have any more dreams about this woman, then we’ll decide what to do. All right?”
“Okay,” she agreed then switched subjects. “I have a question for you. How do you get rid of bad energy?”
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“The events of last night seem to have created a negative energy in the house and I want to get rid of it,” Judy replied.
Will went into the cupboard and grabbed a bag of something and then handed it to Judy. Judy looked it over and was shocked as it looked like pot.
“How is smoking this going to help get rid of the bad vibes?”
Will laughed. “You don’t smoke it.”
“Isn’t this pot?”
He laughed harder at this. “It’s sage. You light it in a bowl and walk from room to room, allowing the smoke to circulate and clear away the negative vibes while saying a prayer.”
“Oh, thanks.”
Judy was just putting it away when she heard the sound of a car. She went to the window and saw a car slowly making its way up the driveway. From a distance it appeared that the vehicle had no driver. Once it got closer, Judy saw the top of a white mane that was barely visible. The driver’s head was shaped in a neat bun that seemed to bob up and down with the unevenness of the driveway.
The vehicle was advancing at a snail-like pace. When it finally reached the house, it abruptly stopped in the middle of the driveway, as the driver contemplated where to park. A spot was chosen and Judy winced as she watched the big tank angle itself between her uncle’s shed and Judy’s car. The vehicle slowly backed its way in knocking down the garbage cans. Judy was afraid that her car would be its next victim and sighed with relief when the car was parked and her vehicle was still intact.
Her aunt emerged out of the vehicle making her way carefully down the path, taking care not to fall. Judy groaned at the grim expression on her face, as well as the determined look in her eyes.
“What’s the matter?” Will asked.
Judy rolled her eyes skyward. “Aunt Vera is here and she looks like she’s on a mission.”
Will grabbed the sunglasses that were on the table, put them on and said, “She’s on a mission from God.”
This made Judy laugh and Will joined in, but only half-heartedly. Tension seemed to gnaw at him as he anticipated his sister’s arrival. He knew he was not her most favourite brother so these visits were always strained. The only reason he