Subject: Grammar Story -- 36
Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2000 11:40:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beverly LaCroix
"Quentin, do you think I'm beautiful?" the woman ask, as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Why are you calling me that?" Jeremiah ask the woman, who looked like the female ghost in the cell of the Old House.
Jeremiah pushed her away from him, as she answered him, "Silly, you are Quentin. What else would I call you." the female answered.
"What year is this?" Jeremiah whispered, taking in his surroundings. He was at Widow's Hill -- uh-oh, this was not good he thought when the woman answered him.
"It's 1897, Quentin. What is wrong with you?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." he replied, swallowing the panic in his voice. Pulling his hand through his hair, he realized how short it was. He looked down, and did not recognize the clothing as his, but as the man he had seen here when he had been flung in time, and had come face-to-face with a revolver with Quentin Collins. And then the powerful ghost who had saved him from Barnabas Collins in the future, when Quentin's ghost had possessed his body.
"Quentin!" He heard a familiar voice in the distance yelling. Dread filled him, he recognized the voice, and the woman huddled in fear as the voice drew nearer.
"Jenny, here you are!" Barnabas
said.