Things to do in Freehold

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Chapter Fifty-six:

Joey Grace (Night of September 11, 1983)

It was most definitely not an aspirin that I took; I know this for certain now. While on the road, it started to kick in and every car that passed by seemed to be going faster than the speed of light. Thankfully, Addie and I were able to make it home, safely, before it could get any worse.

Entering the house, I stopped at the bottom of the stairs. They were all wobbly, like the ones inside of a funhouse at a carnival. I told Addie to be careful, going up them, as she zoomed past me. Swallowing my fears, I grabbed onto the railing, which felt as though I was grabbing onto a slithering snake, and hoisted myself up onto the first step. I continued to do this until I finally reached the top. I then cautiously walked over to my room, trying aimlessly to not trip over myself. After sliding into bed, I glanced up at the ceiling. Its paint’s bumpy texture started to swirl, along with the rest of the room.

“Joey,” I heard a familiar voice say.

Flipping onto my left side, I saw that a woman with Liv’s exact hair color had been laying next to me, in the bed. She turned over, herself, making my eyes fill up with tears of joy. I reached out to caress the side of her face to prove to myself I wasn’t dreaming. Me, being happy to see Liv in that bed again was an understatement; it was nothing less than euphoric.

“It is you,” I uttered, smiling like some kind of idiot.

“Hi, Baby,” she smiled back.


I grabbed her face and started kissing it all over, not wanting to ever let her go. I didn’t even care if it was just the pill, playing tricks on me. I had my wife back.

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