Clay's Hope

by Melissa Haag

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  As soon as she moved, I was awake. I held myself still as she sat up and brushed her hair out of her face. She looked over at the dresser, as if sensing something was out of place, and got out of bed. She picked up the note, stared at it for a moment, then turned to glare at me.

  "So you can write words to me, just not speak them?"

  I wanted to cringe. I hadn't considered that.

  "Whatever. You're going to get caught creeping around the house at night."

  However, when she returned home, she had several books on mechanics and one on do-it-yourself home repairs.