Do you believe in ESP? A sixth sense? Following your gut?
For some strange reason, I noticed a FedEx truck parked in front of my neighbor’s house and felt compelled to run downstairs and watch the driver. The driver got out of the truck. He went around to the back. He removed a package. He carried that package across the street and slid it onto my side porch.
Have I made a believer out of you?
The package was from my editor at Kensington, so I knew the box contained early copies of my upcoming release, What’s Left Behind. No sixth sense required.
Now excuse me while a execute a rather embarrassing happy dance…