As I sat there for a while, I suddenly saw two white feet run past my doorway, headed for the livingroom. Ithought nothing of it. I just thought it was my mother running to get the phone.
A little later (a minute or two, I told you I was tired) it dawned on me that 1) mom was already in the kitchen where the phone was, 2) the phone had not rang, and 3) I hadn't seen anything connected to the "feet."
What I actually saw that night I don't realy know (and not sure I want to know), however I'm glad that it was only feet that I saw that night.
copyright 2002 by Richard Thorson