Chapter Twenty-Five is over and done, and the shadows had their say. More or less. You’ll have to continue reading to see what I mean.
Not only is the chapter done, but I’ve made some modifications to the rest of Part Eight, getting it set up for how I want to write the remaining part of Act Two. As you can see . . .
I’ve decided to move one scene up to the next chapter, and to actually delete a scene. Why that one? Because, in thinking about what happens there, it breaks the flow of the story, and I can actually show what happens there through conversation in two other following scenes. It also sets up a nice transition, because Frisco Bound has Kerry arrived in San Francisco, and his last thoughts in the scene is right about now Annie should be waking up . . . and then break to the next chapter and Morning in Pamporovo, and guess who’s waking up?
Yeah, that’s how you do it.
But how did that chapter end? Well, I had my kids dancing before a dying fire, and there was more on Kerry’s mind, it would seem, that a dance from a month before . . .
(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
They grew close, one hand inside another, Kerry’s free hand around Annie’s waist with her other hand wrapped up and over Kerry’s right shoulder. They swayed back in forth in the shadows in front of the sofa, the dying fire to one side, and the nearly dark commons on the other. Neither spoke for almost a minute as they enjoyed the closeness and intimacy. Annie didn’t want to lose the moment—and she suspected that Kerry was still deep in thought.
She finally decided she had to know if Kerry was thinking about the same thing that had been on her mind for a few days. “What are you thinking about?”
This time he gave here a direct answer. “Yule holiday.”
He doesn’t say Christmas anymore. Annie pressed her head into his shoulder and smiled. “You’re thinking about being apart, aren’t you?”
Kerry nodded. “Yeah.”
Annie ran her hand up and down his shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about it as well.”
“Day after Boxing Day is our four month anniversary.”
“You’re keeping track?” She didn’t want to tell him that she knew this as well.
He laid his head against hers and let his voice drop to a whisper. “Every since the first month we were here—” His chuckle was so low as to be almost inaudible. “That was your birthday, after all.”
He realized; he knew all along. She wanted to put his mind at ease, even if her own wasn’t there. “It’s only going to be a couple of weeks.” Annie raised her head so she could gazed upon Kerry’s face and look into his eyes. “You’ll get to see your grandparent again, and I’ll be back home.” She rested her head against his shoulder once more. “I’m actually looking forward to seeing my parents. I told my father I’d have grown by the time I come home for Yule—”
“And you have. Maybe an inch.”
She thumped him lightly on the back of his shoulder. “Silly. That’s not what they meant.”
Yeah, you know what they mean, slick. But she noticed that her birthday was the first month they were physically together–and I noticed it, too, last night while I was looking something up. That’s one of the reasons I put dates on everything, and as I was getting the date they met in the bookstore in London, I realized, “Hey, that was a month before Annie’s birthday.”
But now that the missing and stuff is out in the open, what next? Well . . .
“I know.” He glanced up the stairs past the mezzanine commons to the unseen entrance to the First Floor where there rooms were. “But we’ve gotta go to sleep soon.”
Annie slowly stepped away from Kerry. At first she followed his gaze up the stairs, then her eyes settled on the sofa. “What if we sat here for a while before heading up?”
Kerry stood next to Annie and let his eyes wander over the sofa. “We might get sleepy here.”
“And . . .” He pointed to both ends of the sofa. “There are pillows and comforters here.”
Annie said nothing for a few moments, allowing the implications of the ideas they were considering settle. “It’s not like anyone ever slept here.”
Kerry picked up two pillows and laid them at one end of the sofa. “Otherwise why would they have this here?”
Annie picked up a comforter and spread it out. “Only makes sense.”
“It certainly does.” Kerry waited for Annie to pull the comforter back before laying down and pressing himself against the sofa back.
Hey, you kids: what are you doing? I’d say they’re getting ready to go to sleep . . .
Annie lay next to her soul mate on here right side, her back against him. She reached down and pulled the comforter over them, snuggling it over their shoulders and around their necks. “You know we could get detention—”
“I know.” He slid his left arm over her waist. “We’ll just have to get up about five or so and head up to our rooms.”
“That isn’t a problem.” She sighed as she watched the fire go out. “You’re not worried?”
Kerry rubbed his nose through Annie’s hair. “If we get detention . . .” He pulled back her hair and kissed her behind the ear. “It’s worth it.”
She took his left hand and held it tight. “A month ago you wouldn’t have said that.”
“A month ago I was only starting to know how I felt about you.” As the fire finally died and the embers began to smolder, Kerry brushed Annie’s cheek. “Good night, Annie. I love you.”
She touched the back of his hand. “Leka nosht, Kerry. I az te obicham.”
They relaxed and closed their eyes, Kerry’s arm once more around Annie’s waist, her hand still in his.
They drifted towards their dreams as the shadows embraced and held them tight . . .
And there they go, zero shits given if someone stumbles across them on a Sunday morning–which, traditionally, is a time to sleep in, so if they sneak up to their rooms on a floor they share with no one else, all should be right in the world.
I’m sure the shadows will tell them if someone comes.