Here we are once more, with my quick and dirty just under seven hundred word, excerpt. Not a lot is happening, but on the other hand, everything is happening, and it’s going to happen quickly. Because, it seems, someone is getting set up here–
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
Bernice turned her back for a few seconds and smiled. She couldn’t prove anything, but the current situation so felt like Annie had tried to do something that didn’t sit well with her mother, and Pavlina decided that since her daughter was bringing her boyfriend with her to Vienna, she may as well bring Annie’s father along to meet the lad. If what I’ve read about Annie is true, I know where she gets her drive and stubbornness.
An announcement sounded through the room. “Vian atenton, mi petas. Teleportation de la Salem Instituto de Granda Lernado kaj Edukado ekkomprenas. Studentoj alvenante en dek kvin sekundoj.” People in the room turned towards the glassed in area anticipation of the arrival of children returning for the holidays.
In case your Esperanto is rusty, what was announced was this: “Your attention, please. Teleportation from the Salem Institute of Greater Learning and Education is commencing. Students arriving in fifteen seconds.” I really like there are a number of Esperanto translators around, and while this isn’t perfect, it’s good enough for my needs. And my needs are simple.
But if there are students coming in from Salem, you know what that means . . .
A massive set of pops echoed through the platform room as just over a dozen kids jaunted in from America. Bernice looked for one child in particular, and she spotted him immediately. Kerry was up front near the edge, his bag on his right and Annie on his left. They stepped off the platform and proceeded through the opening glass doors into the waiting area. Bernice watched how they remained side-by-side from one room to the next—and that they held hands the whole time—
She wasn’t the only one to notice.
Annie broke from Kerry the moment she saw her parents. He wandered over to Bernice. “Hi, Ms. Rutherford.”
“Hello, Kerry.” This close to him it wasn’t difficult to see how different he seemed from this time last year. Then he was a tired, mopey boy who missed a young girl from Bulgaria terribly. Now he seemed better adjusted, less sad, a great deal more upbeat. “How are you?”
“I’m fine.” He smiled and patted the handle of his bag. “It was a good night and we had a good morning—”
The last time Kerry heard his name called out like that he had to meet someone. And, well: it’s no different this time–
He and Bernice turned in the direction of Annie’s voice. Bernice suspected what was coming next, but as for the boy to her left—
He faced Annie, but his eyes were on the two adults with her—particular the man on her left. “Yes?”
“I’d like to introduce my parents.” She motioned to her right. “You remember my mother?”
“Yes, I do.” He held out his hand. “Hello again, Mrs. Kirilova.”
“How are you, Kerry?” She shook his hand. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
“Good to see you, too.”
Annie motioned the man next to her forward. “And this . . . is my father.”
Once more he held out his hand. “How do you do? Victor Kirilov.”
Kerry took his hand. “Kerry Malibey.” They shook. “How do you do, sir?”
“I’m well, thank you.” Victor stared at Kerry; the boy stared back. Neither spoke while Victor seemed to regard the lad carefully. “So . . . The Ginger Hair Boy.” The right side of his mouth curled upward. “We meet at last.”
Kerry voice caught in his throat, the only sign he may have felt a bit unnerved. “Yes, sir, it appears we are.”
So, here we are: both kids in Vienna, Kerry’s case worker there, and he’s facing both of Annie’s parents, but mostly it’s her dad who’s taking up his time right now. How’s that feel, Kerry?
Hang in there, kid. I’m sure I can give you more time tomorrow.
But for now, I gotta run, ’cause . . . stuff. And things . . .