the fear holds me tight to the car seat. I've dreamed of this moment for years, come all this way and now I'm frozen both physically and mentally. My Lord, she can't eat me, or at least I don't think she can ! I look at the house bathed in the early morning shadows of the two huge live oak trees towering above it. So mysterious I think, just like her. Tomorrows her birthday, is she turning 82 or is it 83? Suddenly I can't remember. I have the card I bought for her along with a nice box of personalized notes I had printed with her name in gold embossed calligraphy lettering, I hope she sends notes instead of e-mailing. Maybe she won't even open them, from what I've read about her you can never tell. Oh Lord, It's now or never, I can't just sit here staring at the house all day, she may call the Police and complain of a stalker in front of her house. Wouldn't that be a hoot, hauled to jail for trying to give your hero a birthday gift? Alright, here goes nothing!
I slowly open the ornate black iron gate to the fence surrounding the yard. Even though it's seventy degrees, the iron is cold as ice. I slowly walk the cobblestone path leading to the porch steps. Carefully I ascend each step, as though it is a gang plank to my demise. Suddenly, like a lightning strike from out of nowhere the door jerks open and there she is! I go stiff and my breath gets caught midway between my lungs and throat, stifling the scream I know is there!
I stare at her as if she were her own ghost! She smiles at me and says in a sweet southern drawl: " Good mor'n child, I'm Nelle Harper Lee, won't you come on in and join me for some breakfast"?
It was then that I awoke and said oh No! To which Hubby asks; what's wrong? I just had a dream I met Harper Lee and I woke up too soon, I say!
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