The Vision. Linda Blum
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emerge within her, one of empathy. She could relate to his feeling of aloneness, his questioning God and conforming for the sake of the family. The only difference between them was, she did not have his anger and realized this was why she felt uncomfortable around him, as she felt the unresolved issues that stirred within him.
After Moe left, a sudden presence came from behind, startling her.
“Shit!” Judy wailed. “I hate when you do that.”
Will shook his finger at her. “You shouldn’t be using such language especially at a church function.”
Judy, realizing her mistake, quickly put her hands over her mouth as she looked nervously around the room.
“Don’t worry,” Will smirked. “No one heard you.”
“You’re terrible,” she said punching her uncle lightly on the arm.
Will smiled as he guided her to a quiet corner. He pulled out a chair and motioned for her to sit down, then took a seat across from her.
“What’s up?” Judy asked.
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Will replied.
“What do you mean?”
“You seem strange tonight,” he speculated. “Did anything happen today to put you in this mood?”
Will listened intently as she told her story of the green-eyed woman.
“This woman is really getting to you,” he commented.
Judy shook her head in agreement.
“Don’t let this stress you out.”
She ran her fingers nervously through her hair. “I try but it’s hard, especially since I keep having dreams about her.”
Will didn’t answer right away. He tapped his finger on the table trying to think of a way to help his niece.
“You need a distraction right now,” he surmised. “Why not go on a vacation.”
“I can’t. I just started a new job.”
“If you worked for me you could be on a tropical island enjoying yourself right now,” Will said enticingly.
“Just because I go away doesn’t mean my dreams will,” she sighed.
“True,” Will agreed half-heartedly.
“In a way what I’m experiencing is a good thing. It may finally solve mom’s murder.”
Will’s heart sunk at this comment. Even though he longed to have his sister’s murderer put behind bars, he didn’t want it at the expense of Judy’s sanity. Why couldn’t it have been him that received this vision?
This was a question that plagued him for years. He had tried so hard to tap into his psychic powers with hopes of detecting what had happened that awful day, but he always came up blank. Now years later, his niece, not him, was receiving some kind of message. He wasn’t sure how to feel about this especially since every time he looked at her he saw the reawakened pain in her eyes.
They sat huddled together in deep conversation for the rest of the night. Judy told her uncle about her experience with Moe. He wasn’t surprised to hear that he was the person responsible for the negativity he had felt earlier. He was surprised though to hear about his qualms with God and the rift it caused with his family.
Judy was a bit freaked by what she had encountered tonight and confused by the fact she couldn’t see auras all the time, Will put her mind at ease about everything. When she went home, she felt at peace with things. Even the episode at work didn’t bother her anymore. Everything was going good until she went to sleep.
Chapter 10
The constant blinding light that shone in Judy’s eyes was giving her a headache. Anxious for a reprieve, she got up from her chair only to be gently pushed back down again.
“We’re not done yet,” the voice said.
Judy squinted trying to see who the person was behind the voice. The only thing that was visible was that damn light. It was so powerful it blocked out everything else.
“What is it you want?” Judy groaned.
“Where were you on March third at two-thirty p.m.?”
“At school.”
Judy heard the shuffling of papers and whispering of voices.
“Our records don’t show this,” the voice replied sternly.
“Call the school and talk to the principal, Mr. Vanderbelt. He’ll verify this,” Judy advised.
The sound of a pen or pencil scribbling on paper echoed throughout the room. When it stopped Judy once again heard the sound of muffled voices. When the murmuring stopped, the questioning began.
“What kind of relationship did you have with your mother?”
“We were very close, why?”
“Did you ever argue?”
Judy wondered where the woman was going with this question and didn’t particularly like it. She wondered if she should say never, or tell the truth. She opted to be honest.
“Sometimes,” she said.
“What exactly do you mean by that?” the woman asked.
“Look,” Judy gritted her teeth in frustration. “I loved my mother, but there were times when we didn’t agree on things and argued.”
Again the sound of frantic scribbling and hushed tones resonated through the room.
“Is it true that you blamed your mother for your father’s death?”
Judy was thrown by this question. How did they know this?
“Yes, but...” Judy started.
The woman interrupted her before she could finish. “So you did have some animosity towards her.”
“I did not!” Judy shouted. “When my dad died I was upset and angry. My anger was directed at everyone including God for taking him away from me.”
The woman huffed. “So why in your time of grief would you be mad at your mother? You figure you would be turning to her for comfort and support not pushing her away.”
Tears began to stream down Judy’s face.
“My dad and mom had a big fight the night before he died. They were yelling and screaming at each other. It wasn’t good for dad to get so upset.”
“What do you mean?” the woman asked unemotionally.
Judy sniffled. “My dad had a bad heart.”
“Do you know what they were fighting about?”
That night was clearly etched into her mind. She had been studying in her room when the yelling began. Racing downstairs she found her mother and father in a heated argument. She heard her mother accuse him of drinking and her father denying it. Her mother called him a liar saying she could smell the booze on his breath. Even Judy smelt the pungent odour lingering in the hallway.
She peeked in the room and noticed her father suddenly turn pale. She remembered him looking like that the last time he had an attack and was worried that he was on the verge of another one. She stormed into the room hoping to calm them both down. Her mother ordered her to leave immediately, while her father stayed silent. That was the last time she saw him alive. The next day he had a heart attack and died.
Judy was angry with her mother for not realizing when to stop badgering him and her father for drinking when he knew he shouldn’t. Her anger didn’t last long though. Uncle Will came to the rescue and spoke with both of them. He got her mother to stop feeling guilty and allowed Judy to vent her feelings.
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