when i hesitated to answer , he shook his head and shrugged his shoulders . no sense walking into a quick trip to jail . the voice was soft and southern , the footsteps so dainty that i knew there could only be one person tiny enough to creep over those particular floorboards without making a sound . whatever they gave to me , made me feel weird . i turn around and walk back toward the house , but she takes two steps and grabs my arm . how had he gotten twice dead ? 