Darla was floating when she came back to the house. It made Taylor feel good to see her sister so happy. She could barely remember Dustin. But wait a second. . .
"What happened to your hairpiece, sis?"
"What?" Darla ran her hand over her hair. "Oh, I'm sorry, it must have fallen out somewhere."
Paulette should have been more scared than she had ever been in her life. To lie on the grass, completely helpless, an inanimate object, forgotten by everyone, it seemed--but being inanimate means that she felt her emotions through a thick wall that dulled their force.
Taylor was ready to yell at Darla for losing the special hairpiece, but why ruin the kid's night? She could find the missing hairpiece and bring it back herself with a simple exercise of her power.