Still, this is chapter 50 of Neighbors, and it's the first inspired by the new series of Thursday Prompts now living at Duroc's place. This week's was "shadows."
The previous chapters of all this are numbered accordingly as follows: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, and 49.
Just off the top of my head, I don't think I've ever seen
such a look of concentration on any face, human or otherwise, as
I saw then from Heather, standing perfectly still in the grass
and focusing an absolute torrent of attention on Deena, sitting
on the top step of their porch with the box of Doggie Noms in
her lap.
"It's uncanny," El Brujo whispered, and even though I
wasn't about to admit it, I felt so much better with her
stretched across my lap. "I'd've bet money the child was
physically unable to stop moving."
"OK, Heather," I said in animal speech. "I'll need you to
pay attention to me for a just a minute."
"I can't!" Heather didn't move a whisker. "If Deena takes
a cookie out of the box and I'm looking away, she might think I
don't want it and give it to somebody else! And that would be
horrible!"
