Echoes From the Past
It was 6:05 P.M., local time in Rindge, New Hampshire, on the second Monday of June, and Abigail (Abbie) Matthews was parking her car—a blue Chevy Cruze—on the street in front of Anthony (Tony) and Bridget Blake's easterly facing, two-story house. The house had a two-car garage on the north side of the house and a basement. Tony's dark blue Ford Escape, Bridget's powder blue Toyota Highlander, a girl's bike and a boy's bike sat on the driveway in front of the garage.
On the passenger seat next to Abbie sat her long-strap denim purse and the directions to the house.
With her engine running, Abbie stared at the house while working up the courage to go to the front door and ring the doorbell.
After a minute of staring at the house, Abbie reached for her ignition key and turned off her engine. Her car key and her house key were attached to an owl keychain. After dropping her keys into her purse, she grabbed her purse and stepped out of her car.
Abbie was eighteen years old who stood 5' 8" while barefooted. She had long light brown hair, brown eyes and lengthy unpolished fingernails. Currently she wore blue jeans, a maroon short-sleeve pullover shirt, gray tennis shoes and her jewelry. Her Jewelry consisted of her watch, a couple of rings, a set of earrings and a Gemini zodiac-necklace.
Once out of the car, Abbie stuck her head through the purse strap so her purse strap would cross her chest and back from her left shoulder to her right hip, and allowing her purse to hang at her right hip.
As Abbie walked from her car to the front door, she stopped in her tracks when she began hearing a low flying airplane. When she looked up, she saw a ghostly image of a white with red stripes, twin engine Cessna flying barely above the house. The Cessna was quickly descending and she could clearly make out the call number that was painted along the fuselage. She then caught sight of the phantom spectators that were watching the plane as well.
After a few seconds of Abbie watching the phantom plane, the plane and its sound disappeared as it faded into a nearby house. The house was the newest house in the neighborhood, and Abbie just pursed her lips as she watched the phantom spectators fade from sight one by one within seconds of each other as they rushed towards the house.
After breaking her stare of the house that the phantom plane had crashed into, she continued towards Tony and Bridget's front door and only looking back at the other house once.
Once at the storm door, Abbie hesitated for a moment before ringing the doorbell and fidgeting.
Within a short time, Molly (Tony and Bridget's daughter) opened the front door and storm door with money in her hand.
Molly—although only thirteen years old—stood 5' 8.5". She had long light brown hair and hazel eyes. She wore blue jeans, a Maranda Lambert T-shirt and was barefooted.
When Molly saw Abbie, she said, "Oh. You're not the pizza delivery person."
"I'm not. My name is Abigail Matthews and I'm looking for Bridget Blake."
"Hold on," Molly replied before backing up and shutting the door. Abbie then heard Molly through the door as she yelled out, "Mom."
Within seconds Bridget reopened the two doors and stepped out. She stood 5' 10" while barefooted and also had light brown hair and hazel eyes. She wore blue jeans, a black sleeveless pullover shirt, blue tennis shoes and her jewelry. Her jewelry consisted of a wedding ring, earrings, a necklace and a watch.
"Hi, I'm Bridget," She began while closing the door behind her. "I understand from my daughter that your name is Abigail."
"Yes," she replied as she studied Bridget's face. "I'm Abigail Matthews; however, you can call me Abbie. Most everyone does."
"Okay," Bridget replied. When Abbie didn't volunteer to say what she wanted, Bridget asked, "So, Abbie, why were you looking for me?"
"Yes; right. I need to tell you why I'm here," Abbie replied and acting a little fidgety. "About eighteen years ago on June 2nd you gave birth to a girl who you put up for adoption."
Bridget stared into Abbie's eyes for a brief moment before pursing her lips. Finally Bridget replied, "I did."
"I'm that girl," Abbie replied before slightly cringing. "I'm your biological daughter."
"The girl I gave birth to was born with a birthmark," Bridget replied.
Abbie slightly grinned before turning her head and pulling her long hair away from the nape of her neck. Once the hair was out of the way, Bridget could see a birthmark that looked like a heart.
Bridget felt the birthmark while saying, "You are the girl I gave birth to." Bridget stopped feeling the birthmark, and as she backed up a step, she continued to say, "The day I gave you up, I wasn't sure if I would ever see you again."
"I had wanted to meet you since the day I learned that I was adopted," Abbie replied while turning loose of her hair and facing Bridget.
"I'm guessing that you came looking for me to find out why I gave you up," Bridget assumed aloud.
"I would like to know that," Abbie said before looking towards the door. "But I mainly want to get to know you, my siblings, my biological dad and my genealogy if you let me."
Bridget glanced at the door before saying, "Tony—my husband—is Molly and Jacob's dad, but he is not your biological dad. In fact, I never married your biological dad."
"Okay, well, maybe you can tell me about my biological dad," Abbie replied.
Bridget weakly grinned before saying, "I can tell you what I can remember about your biological dad, but to be honest, I didn't know him for very long so I didn't get the chance to get to know him all that well."
"Every little bit helps," Abbie replied with a slight grin.
"Okay," Bridget replied with a slight grin. "Your biological dad's name is Richard Lowry. He was seventeen and the day we met was May 24th, and I know the day we met because I had turned fifteen on May 23rd.
"Anyway, the day we met, I thought Richard was fifteen like I was and he thought I was seventeen like he was. In fact, almost everyone in the neighborhood—including my parents—thought I was the older one between me and him. I'm 5' 10" now, but when I was fifteen, I was about 5' 8" and looked closer to an adult and he was about 5' 5" and looked like he was a freshman in high school. His hair is dark brown… or at least it was when I first met him, and his eyes are brown like yours."
Abbie slightly grinned as Bridget continued to say, "Anyway, Richard took an instant liking towards me, so when he turned on his charm and asked me to go places with him, I did. During our first week of dating, I learned that Richard was in fact seventeen years old; however, I didn't tell him or my parents that he was two years older than me. I let Richard think that I was seventeen and I let my parents think that Richard was fifteen. Then after Richard and I had dated for two months, we made love for the first time. The second time we made love was two weeks later and then after that, we began making love a couple of times a week for three whole months. In fact, the only reason why we stopped making love was because I thought I had come down with the flu…"
"You didn't have the flu though, did you?" Abbie rhetorically questioned. "You had gotten pregnant with me."
"Yes," Bridget replied. "I became pregnant with you when I was only fifteen years old. My parents—your grandparents—were furious to say the least, and once they were done being furious they began brainstorming on how to correct my situation. Your grandma suggested abortion, but your grandpa and I were set against it."
"Did anyone suggest keeping me?" Abbie questioned.
"Yes. I did," Bridget replied with a smile. Abbie smiled as well. "I swear, I wanted to keep you, but I was given a long list of reasons as to why I couldn't. Your grandparents successfully convinced me that putting you up for adoption was the best thing that I could do for you though. However, I also wanted you to find me when the time came. So I told the people at the adoption agency for them to give you my name and information if you ever come looking for me. That is how you found me, right? Through the adoption agency?"
Abbie slightly shrugged before saying, "My mom—my adopted mom, anyway—had gotten the information for me and I didn't ask how she was able to find you, nor did she volunteer that information."
Bridget nodded before saying, "Most likely she had gotten the information from the adoption agency." Bridget then gestured towards the door. "Anyway, would you like to officially meet your thirteen-year-old sister, your ten-year-old brother and my husband?"
"Molly is as tall as I am… if not taller, and she's only thirteen?" Abbie incredulously questioned.
"She is," Bridget replied with an amused grin. "And I have no doubts that she'll be taller than me by the time she stops growing."
"How tall is Jacob?" Abbie quickly asked.
"Jacob is currently 5' 2" and no doubt that he's going to be tall too like his dad," Bridget replied. "His dad is 6' 5".
"Wow. Once Jacob turns fifteen or sixteen, I'm going to be the shortest one here and at home," Abbie commented. "And I'm not short."
Bridget slightly chuckled before asking, "How tall are your adoptive parents?"
"My dad is 6' 0" and my mom is 5' 9"," Abbie replied.
"Do you have any siblings at home?" Bridget asked.
"No," Abbie replied. "Because of an accident that Mom had suffered when she was a teenager, she isn't able to get pregnant. That's why she and dad adopted me."
"Well, you do have siblings here," Bridget replied. "Are you ready to meet them?"
"I'm ready," Abbie replied with a nod.
"Then let's go in," Bridget replied before turning towards the door and opening it.
The stairs to the second floor was slightly passed a doorway on the north wall that entered into the dining room.
The dining room furniture consisted of a dining room table that was adjusted to seat six people, six chairs that were pushed up against the table and a china cabinet that was against the south wall. Plates, cups and knick-knacks filled the china cabinet. A deck of ESP testing cards sat on the table. The deck of cards was larger than the standard size playing cards, and they were face down, so the back of the cards were showing, and the back of the cards had a blue crisscross design.
Along the west wall of the dining room was an entryway that led into a short hallway. The door on the north side of the short hallway led to a half-bathroom, and another entryway was on the west side of the short hallway that led to the kitchen.
The kitchen was an average size kitchen that had a gas stove, a refrigerator, a small walk-in pantry, cabinets, countertops, a sink, a kitchen table that seated four people and four kitchen chairs for the table. The walls to the kitchen were decorated with a calendar, a clock and random wall decorations.
The doorway to the living room sat across from the doorway to the dining room.
The living room furniture consisted of a couch that seated three people, two wingback chairs, a coffee table, two end-tables and a wall mounted TV. On each of the end-tables was a lamp.
Family photos decorated the living room and the hallway, and the hallway extended passed the stairs on the left. On the south wall between the front door and the living room doorway were five wall-mounted coat hooks. Bridget's brown leather, long-strap purse hung on the first hook closest to the front door. The remaining hooks were empty.
The door to the basement was down the hallway and on the opposite side of the stairs. At the end of the hallway along the north wall was another doorway that led into the kitchen. At the end of the hallway along the west wall of the house was the door leading into the backyard. Near the end of the hallway along the south wall was a door leading into a study.
The study consisted of a wall-to-wall bookshelf, a credenza, a desk that sat in front of the credenza, a desk chair and two additional chairs.
On the bookshelf were law books, fiction novels and how-to books. On the credenza were a stand-up photo frame with a family photo and a wireless printer. On the desk was a laptop computer, four books and a four-tier letter trays that was filled with papers and small envelopes.
A master bedroom with a half-bath, two average size bedrooms and a full bathroom were on the second floor.
The master bedroom consisted of a king size bed, a dresser and a chest of drawers. A medium size TV sat on the chest of drawers.
Each of the average size bedrooms consisted of a full size bed, a dresser, a chest of drawers, a small desk and a desk chair. A laptop sat on each of the desks.
In the living room, Tony sat on the couch, Molly—with two twenty-dollar bills in her hand—sat on the closest chair to the front door, and Jacob sat on the other chair.
Jacob wore blue jeans, a white T-shirt and gray tennis shoes.
Tony wore blue jeans, a blue polo shirt, and blue tennis shoes. The jewelry he had on was a watch and a wedding band.
Once Bridget led Abbie into the living room, she said, "Everyone, this is Abigail; although she goes by Abbie. Abbie, meet my husband Tony and my kids Molly and Jacob."
"Nice to meet, everyone," Abbie was the first to say.
"It's nice to meet you, Abbie," Tony said as he stood up.
"It's nice to meet you, Abbie," Molly and Jacob echoed.
"How do you two know each other?" Tony asked Abbie and Bridget.
Bridget gestured for Tony to wait a moment before turning towards Molly and Jacob.
"Kids, your dad knows this, but now it's time to tell you two," Bridget began. "I had made youthful indiscretions when I was a teenager, and one of those youthful indiscretions was allowing myself to get pregnant when I was only fifteen. Kids, Abbie is your sister. I gave her up for adoption after she was born, and now she came looking for me because she wants to learn about her genealogy."
"And you believe her, Bridget, when she says that she's your daughter?" Tony questioned suspiciously.
"I do believe her. In fact, my intuition is also telling me that she's my daughter," Bridget replied. Abbie gave Bridget a curious look. "Plus, Abbie has the birthmark at the nape of her neck."
"Yes, well, your intuitions aren't infallible, and birthmarks can be faked," Tony pointed out.
"My birthmark is real and I'm not here to scam anyone, Mr. Blake," Abbie began. "In fact, all I want from you and your family is to get to know all of you."
"You say that now," Tony replied.
"Tony, stop being so cynical," Bridget ordered.
"I don't want you to be taken in by a fraud," Tony replied.
"Compare my DNA to… to Mrs. Blake's DNA," Abbie quickly said. "I'm no fraud."
"Yes, an excellent idea. I want to compare your DNA with hers," Tony replied.
"Fine," Abbie replied. "What do you want from me? Spit? A few strands of my hair? A few drops of my blood?"
"Abbie and I will each spit into a cup before she leaves," Bridget told Tony. "However, I don't need to compare her DNA with mine to know that she's my daughter, and she is to be treated like a family member and not like an intruder."
"We know things about family members, but we don't know a thing about her," Tony pointed out.
"I'll tell you anything about me that you want to know?" Abbie quickly said.
"Alright," Tony replied eagerly. "You can begin with telling me your full name and where you live."
"Alright; my name is Abigail Jolene Matthews," she began before pulling out her wallet from her purse and saying what her Boston, Massachusetts address was. She then pulled out her driver's license from her wallet and held it out for Tony to take as she continued to say, "The address on my driver's license is current so you can see for yourself what my address is." Tony took her driver's license. "I live there with my... well, with my adopted parents; although, I think of them as my parents."
As Tony looked at the driver's license, he asked, "What are their names?"
"My dad's full name is Daniel Charles Matthews, but most everyone who knows him calls him Danny, and my mom's full name is Katherine Marie Matthews, but most everyone who knows her calls her Katie."
"And what do they do for a living?" Tony asked as he held out Abbie's driver's license for her to retake.
"My dad is a district chief for the Boston fire department and his office is located at firehouse 59," Abbie replied as she took her driver's license. "My mom—during the school year—is a high school trigonometry teacher. But currently, the school year is out, so she works for Aunt Gina… her sister, and Aunt Gina owns and operates Then and Now Treasures antique store."
"What about you?" Tony asked. "Do you work?"
"I work at Kentucky Fried Chicken as a cook/dishwasher," Abbie replied as she put her driver's license back into her wallet.
"What about school. What grade are you in?" Tony asked as Abbie was dropping her wallet back into her purse.
"I had my high school graduation ceremony last Friday, so this fall I will be going to college," Abbie replied.
"What will you be majoring in?" Tony asked.
Abbie shrugged before saying, "I haven't decided on a major yet."
Before anything else could be said or done, the doorbell chimed.
"That's the pizza… hopefully," Molly said before getting up and moving towards the door.
"Abbie, you are not leaning towards a specific career?" Tony asked.
Abbie slightly shrugged before saying, "I'm leaning towards law enforcement, but my parents don't like the idea of me doing that."
"I can understand why they wouldn't want you to go into law enforcement," Bridget said. "Do you have another field in mind?"
Abbie again shrugged before saying, "Medicine. Or at least that is what my mom wants me to consider, and a career in medicine does sound okay."
"Have you ever considered a career in law?" Bridget questioned.
"You mean as a lawyer?" Abbie questioned. Bridget nodded. Abbie again shrugged before she continued to say, "I never really considered it, but I guess being a lawyer would be okay too."
"Mom and Dad are lawyers," Jacob shared.
"I'm a prosecuting attorney, Abbie, and Bridget is a corporate attorney," Tony added while studying Abbie's facial reaction.
"Nice," Abbie earnestly replied in an unworried tone and manner.
"I placed the pizzas and the breadsticks on the dining room table," Molly announced as she reentered the living room.
"Are you hungry, Abbie?" Bridget asked as Jacob stood up. "We should have enough food if you would like to join us."
"I don't want to impose," Abbie told her.
"You're not imposing; I'm offering," Bridget replied.
"You're welcome to join us, Abbie," Tony earnestly added. "We have ordered three large pizzas and an order of breadsticks. So there will be plenty of pizza."
"Okay. Sure. I'll join you for supper," Abbie replied.
"Good," Bridget replied with a pleasant grin. She then gestured towards the hallway. "There are coat hooks next to the front door. You can hang your purse on one of the hooks."
"Okay," Abbie replied before moving towards the hallway, along with Bridget, Tony, Molly and Jacob.
Molly entered the dining room first followed respectively by Jacob, Bridget and Tony.
Abbie hung her purse on the second hook closest to the front door before following the others into the dining room.
When Molly stepped up to the table, she reached for the deck of cards.
When Abbie saw what Molly was picking up, she gestured towards the cards and asked, "Who reads tarot cards?"
"Tarot cards?" Molly asked while glancing at the deck.
"Those aren't tarot cards, Abbie," Bridget told her. "Those are ESP testing cards, and in case you don't know, ESP means Extra Sensory Perception."
"Do you believe in ESP, Abbie?" Molly asked.
"I do," Abbie replied honestly.
"Mom and I are both sensitives," Molly began. "And after we eat I could test to see if you are a sensitive."
"I'm a sensitive too," Jacob quickly announced.
"You guess cross most of the time and of course the cross will eventually show up," Molly pointed out. "So you're not a sensitive, you're persistent."
"I am too a sensitive," Jacob demanded.
"Molly. Jacob, don't start arguing," Bridget ordered.
"Well, I am a sensitive," Jacob again demanded.
"Yes, sweetie," Bridget told Jacob. "You are a sensitive. You have had dreams that had come true, but you do lack focus when you test yourself with the ESP cards."
"I'm sorry for my lack of knowledge, but what exactly is a sensitive?" Abbie questioned.
"A sensitive is someone who shows signs of having ESP," Bridget replied.
"So the word sensitive is another word for a psychic?" Abbie asked.
Bridget cringed slightly before saying, "The two words can certainly be interchanged; however, the main difference between sensitives and psychics is that a person could be mildly sensitive and still not be considered a psychic."
"Ah," Abbie replied in an understanding tone. "So is everyone in your family a sensitive, Mrs. Blake?"
"Liam Galloway—my paternal grandpa, which is your great-grandpa—was a strong sensitive... or in his case, an actual psychic, and so far, all of his descendants have shown to be a sensitive in varying degrees," Bridget replied.
"And if that rule holds true, Abbie, then you should be a sensitive as well," Tony replied and studying Abbie's response. "So do words, phrases or images... or even knowledge of a person or a place ever pop in your head without a logical explanation?"
Abbie pursed her lips before saying, "All of the above."
"Are you saying what you think I want to hear or...?" Tony was only able to get out.
"I'm telling you the truth," Abbie insisted. "My parents kept my adoption papers in a strongbox on a shelf in their bedroom closet. From when I was a toddler to when I first learned how to read, I would get visions of those adoption papers each time I stepped into their bedroom. Then after I learned how to read, and that vision popped in my head again, I was able to read the word Adoption. Of course I didn't know why I was seeing the word Adoption, but when I finally told my mom about my ongoing visions, she confessed that I was adopted." Tony slightly snorted and shook his head in disbelief. "You don't believe me."
"Well that is a wild story that can't be proved or disproved," Tony replied. "Have you had a vision that can be proved?"
"I have had many visions, but none that made the news... although, I did have one just before I rang your doorbell that might have made the news a few years ago," Abbie replied.
"Let's hear it," Tony urged. "What did you see?"
"I saw a phantom, twin engine Cessna disappearing from sight into the newest looking house across the street," Abbie began. "So I'm certain that the house that stood there before was destroyed by a plane crashing into it."
"Yes, five years ago, a plane did crash into a house across the street and destroyed it," Tony replied. "The story of that crash was also well televised, so again I can't prove or disprove that you didn't collect the facts about the plane crash prior to coming here."
"Tony, my six-sense is telling me that Abbie is telling the truth," Bridget replied.
"Again your six-sense isn't infallible," Tony pointed out.
"Tony, will you please try to control your cynicism," Bridget requested.
Tony made a surrendering motion before saying, "Fine. Let's all sit down and eat."
"I'll go and grab paper plates and drinks for us," Bridget said. "Abbie, we have tea, Pepsi, Lemonade or water."
"Tea will be fine," Abbie replied. "Thanks."
Bridget nodded with a slight grin before walking towards the kitchen. Molly put the deck of cards in the china cabinet before following Bridget into the kitchen.
Tony took his seat on the end closest to the hallway. Jacob took the seat to Tony's left and Abbie took the seat to Jacob's left.
"So, Abbie, are you part of any clubs or groups?" Tony questioned.
"I'm not," Abbie replied. "But I do get together with a group of my friends a lot and go to the movies or hang out at a park that's not too far from my house."
"Do you have any hobbies?" Tony asked.
"I like to draw and paint, and I've been told that I'm quite good at them," Abbie began. "In fact, my friend Layla thought I should apply for art school, but I don't see myself making a living drawing and painting."
"Do you have any other hobbies?" Tony asked.
Abbie shrugged before saying, "I collect owl figurines, pictures and other whatnots. In fact, my bedroom is decorated in an owl theme."
"Is that it for your hobbies?" Tony asked. "You don't get out and play softball or another sport?"
"Okay, yeah, I do like playing softball," Abbie began. "And I do like playing soccer and basketball as well; although I'm not really good at any of those sports. And I like swimming. Oh, and one of my friends has a pool table and I like shooting pool."
"Do you like camping?" Tony asked as Bridget carried a small tray of drinks in from the kitchen.
Molly followed Bridget into the dining room while carrying five paper plates and napkins.
Bridget put down the drinks and distributed them as Abbie replied, "It sounds like fun, but I have never gone."
"We go camping every summer," Molly shared while lightly tossing a plate on the table in front of everyone and doling out the napkins. Abbie fell into a trance as Bridget was putting down the drinks. "We also fish and go canoeing when we go camping. Have you fish before, Abbie?"
After Molly had asked her question, she grabbed a slice of pizza and sat down across from Abbie.
Jacob grabbed a slice of pizza after Molly did. Bridget grabbed a slice of pizza after Jacob did and then took the seat between Tony and Molly.
When Abbie didn't answer Molly's question, Molly again asked, "Abbie, have you fish before?"
Bridget noticed that Abbie was in a trance and said, "Hang on, Molly."
Bridget and Tony held their focus on Abbie while Molly and Jacob were splitting their focus on Abbie and eating their pizza slices.
When Abbie came out of her trance within a short time later, Bridget said, "You just had a vision, Abbie. What did you see?"
"I saw a three headed dog digging in the dirt near a base of a tree, and..." Abbie was only able to get out.
"Hey, I was just thinking about that dog and that day," Jacob replied. "I had even taken a video of the dog digging in the dirt."
"There is an actual three headed dog walking around and you have a video of him or her?" Abbie questioned incredulously.
"Two of the heads were part of a costume for a dog," Jacob replied. "And the dog had chased a squirrel up the tree moments before he began digging, and I think he got confused on where the squirrel had gone."
"Okay, but why was the woman encouraging the dog to dig and dig faster?" Abbie questioned.
A confused expression came across Jacob's face before replying, "There was no woman. It was just me—with my camera—the dog and the man who owned the dog; although the man was a good distance from us when his dog began digging."
"In my vision there was an Asian woman," Abbie replied. "She looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She had long dark hair and she was wearing blue jeans, a green long-sleeve sweater with a picture of Rudolf on it and flat black boots that covered her calves."
"There was no woman there," Jacob reiterated.
Before Abbie could reply, Bridget supplied, "That description of the woman describes Lucy Chang."
"Who's Lucy Chang?" Tony questioned.
"She was that woman who went missing about two Christmases ago," Bridget informed. "She's from this area and her brother had plastered missing person flyers everywhere throughout the city."
"Yes, now I remember," Tony said. "The police had to restrict where he could put up his flyers."
"Why would I get a vision of a missing woman urging a dog to dig when she wasn't even there?" Abbie asked.
"Unless she was there," Bridget suggested as she considered a thought.
"Mom, there was no woman there," Jacob again pointed out. "I can show you the video to prove it to you."
"Actually, yes," Bridget replied. "I want to see that video."
Jacob sighed while standing and saying, "It's on the ICloud, so I'll get my IPod." As Jacob was leaving, he continued to say, "But I'm telling you that there was no woman there."
"Bridget, what are you suspecting?" Tony asked as Jacob was leaving the room.
"I saw that video after Jacob first created it, and I didn't think about it until now, but I think the dog was digging where a part of the ground had sunken in a little."
"Sunken in, like how a freshly covered grave would sink in?" Tony questioned.
"Exactly," Bridget replied before taking a bite of her pizza.
"A grave will sink?" Molly asked as Abbie grabbed her first slice of pizza and one of the breadsticks.
"After a grave is filled in it takes several weeks for the ground to settle and when it settles, it will sink slightly," Tony replied before grabbing his first slice of pizza. "However, in cemeteries, you won't see any sink spots because the groundkeepers will fill them in and smooth out the ground."
"Oh," Molly simply replied before taking a bite of her pizza.
Abbie, Bridget and Tony each took a bite of their pizza as well.
To Be Continued.