Lennie wakes up in a cold sweat. She knows it is 3:15 am again, because it is always 3:15 am. And even in December, the window will be open, letting in the heavy cloying odor of a Magnolia in bloom.
Because Lennie is being haunted, stalked, by a pale-eyed girl with hair the color of a summer wheat. Or maybe she is going insane....