THE PENDANT Yard Sale
Karl Malone woke with a start and sat up in bed, breathing hard, his pajamas were soaking wet. He threw the bedcovers off and put his legs over the side of the bed. The clock on his nightstand glowed 2:15. The hall light came on. “Dad?” “It’s ok, Sweetie.” “Nightmare again?” “Yeah. Did I wake Sonny?” “Yes, but I told him to stay in bed. He’s worried, and so am I. Can I get you anything?” “No, I’m all right. Just going to sit here awhile. You go back to bed.” “Call me if you need anything.” “I will. Thanks, Kathy.” He rubbed the back of his neck and put his head in his hands. ‘What in the world is she trying to tell me?’ He hadn’t told anyone the truth of the matter because it was so strange. His dreams had been of Hilda, his late wife. It was the same dream over and over. ‘Find it.’ She kept telling him, ‘Find it.’ ‘Find what?’ He couldn’t imagine what she was referring to if it really was Hilda trying to communicate with him. But why? She wa...