It was going to be a two-shoe day.

Howard the Weatherman woke with what he referred to as That Certain Dread and a bad taste in his mouth, to boot.  The birthday party for his youngest granddaughter the previous evening was the cause, even though it was just ice cream and cake and no booze, befitting his solid Southern Baptist background.

The feeling lingered on the fringes of consciousness until he was fully awake.

Glancing over at his sleeping wife of forty years, he considered waking her and telling her about his dream.  No, he would prepare for work first, and let Neva sleep a while longer.

He eased out of bed and padded into the adjoining bathroom.  He allowed the shower head to spray stinging hot water over his face and body, all the while he was reciting his usual morning prayers:  “Father, I thank thee for this day that thou hast made.  I will rejoice and be thankful in it.” 

He continued with his intercessory prayers for his family and friends, and for the nation as a whole.  “And so I beseech thee, Dear Lord, heed my prayers.  I pray in the name of my savior, Jesus Christ.”  Normally, his prayers would have ended at this point with a heart-felt “Amen”, but this morning he added softly, “And Lord, if it be thy will, spare us the agony of this day, and keep us safe from harm.  Amen.”

Neva was up and in the kitchen when Howard stepped out of the shower.  Wrapping his robe around him and combing his thinning hair, he walked down the hallway past the empty kids’ bedrooms and into the kitchen. 

“Morning,” Neva said, setting a cup of coffee at his usual place.  “Sleep well?”

Howard paused before replying, “Fine.” There was no sense in telling her now.  “You?”

“Fine, until you began tossing and turning.  What was that all about, Howard?” She sat across from him and studied him over her coffee cup.

“Nothing.  I don’t remember,” he evaded, knowing full well what Neva was going to say next. Why did he even try?

“It’s the dream again, isn’t it?”

He sighed, then nodded.  “I knew I couldn’t keep it from you.  You know me too well.”

She smiled softly.

“Honey, it’s going to be a bad one today.”

“They’re all bad, Howard.  Even small tornadoes that don’t send people to the hospitals, or kill them.  Property damage, schools, businesses, all suffer.”

Howard finished his coffee and shook off his wife’s gesture of handing him a plate of bacon and eggs.  “I’m gonna be late if I don’t leave now.  I should have the official National Weather Service information the first thing when I get to the station.  Then I’ll have to butt heads with our new station manager about interrupting the regularly scheduled programs for weather bulletins.”

“It’s going to be that big?” Neva followed him into the bedroom. 

“Stay close to home today, honey.  I want you close to the cellar.”

Howard wouldn’t have wanted it known that he had a “fraidy hole.”  Having been born and raised in southwest Oklahoma known as Tornado Alley, he had spent many hours in the safety of his parents’ cellar while monster winds roared above, snapping power lines, tossing huge trees like matchsticks. To this day, Howard could recall the pungent smells that filled the old cellar:  his mother’s canned peaches and preserves, and potatoes by the tow sack full mingled with the faint odor of field mouse droppings. 

Howard thought back to one particular day when he was still in high school.  He had told his family early in the morning that there would be a tornado that day.  His family had come to respect his gift, and they followed Howard’s calm statement of fact:  “There’s gonna be a tornado sometime this afternoon."

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She discovers a charming old Victorian mansion owned only by women of the Emily Harris family, but the remaining heiress has no descendants to inherit.

Once the family moves in, however, psychic black cat Sabbath encounters spirits determined to continue the legend, once again putting the family in peril. 

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Impoverished but proud Vanessa Danforth is forced from her mother’s home by her new stepfather’s treachery in 1860s England.  After graduating from stenographer’s school, she accepts a position at the estate of famed world explorer, Harrison Courtland.  Made a widower by his wife’s tragic death in the Himalayas, Courtland has retreated into his work while Vanni forges friendships with his daughter Katrin and the handsome physician from the neighboring estate. 

 

As Vanni encourages Courtland to unearth the ancient ruins at the edge of his property she discovers not only a stunning secret and a hidden treasure, but also her own heart’s desire.

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