I have had the eeriest feeling lately. I keep thinking there is someone following me or standing in my backyard. When I look there is no one there, of course.
When I just slipped out back to avoid talking to Röbby about some ridiculous camping trip he wants the family to take, I swear I could smell smoke, and not cigarette smoke. It smelled like the old wacky tabaccy, if you catch my drift. At first I thought maybe Karen’s sons were home from school, but her house was dark.
I am sure it is nothing, but it does make me feel a teensy bit uncomfortable.