The Unveiling

Lynn looked at the old Indian woman more impressed with her breaking her silence than her sharp clear voice. ‘How much is it?’ Lynn asked. ‘Twen...y dollars,’ the woman replied. ‘Twenty dollars for a stick, feathers and leather with beads?’ Lynn laid the Dream Catcher down and placed the rock back over the feathers after one last long stroke with her fingers. ‘It looks like a spider web and … I hate spiders.’ ‘It will keep you safe when you dream. It can mirror the web of your life and help to. I worried that he had stretched me out 'till I was too big for a white man, but, THANK GOD!!! He didn't. He was killed a few years later in a car accident. My friend and me, and now you, are the only ones to know about this part of my life. Not Dad, not Mr. Breen, not even Mrs. Breen. I trust you to keep it secret for me. Okay, Sweetheart? Pinky swear?" The hooked their pinky's together and shook, smiling at each other. The secret was safe.She had been so preoccupied that it startled her to. More

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