The music really helped move things along last night: I was sort of stuck in some mid-80s to early-90s grove, with a trip back to the 70s ever so often, and it was all good. Also, Furious 6 was on the telly, and I was so digging the car chases and stunts. Every so often I’d have to stop writing and watch the show just so I could go, “Damn. Now that’s a stunt.” Gotta love stuff like that.
The scene is finished, by the way. Take my word for it–
And it turned out to be a pretty good sized scene, if I say so myself. Of course there’s so much going on here–so let us not wait. Here’s how it finishes:
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
Coraline and Deanna exchanged glances for the first time since Kerry began speaking of his dreams, letting their feelings show without a word. Coraline popped the question that had been on his mind for a while. “How clear are these dreams?”
“It depends. The first couple it was like standing in gray fog with nothing around you—”
“Much like unformatted dreamspace—” Annie looked at Deanna. “No?”
“Yes, you’re right.” Deanna broke into a wide grin. “You would know that now.”
“I guess she could.” Coraline went back to Kerry. “What about the other times?”
“The next couple of times it was like we were standing in one of the tunnels here at school.” He managed a short sip of his drink. “Not like the Chunnel, but one of the others. If I had to give it any thought, I’d say it’s like the one from the Great Hall to our end of The Pentagram.
“Uh, huh. And what about this last one?”
“Well, this one was like the first couple: a lot of gray and fog and . . .” His voice softened as he started at his food. “I don’t remember a lot.”
Deanna examined his face closely. “How much do you know?”
“I remember we started talking and then . . .” He shrugged as looked up and faced the women at the table. “That’s all.”
At least Kerry is remembering his dreams this time–save for this last one. The one where Annie busted up the party. I’m sure someone just read this and went, “Hummmmm . . .”
“That’s okay.” Deanna rested her hands upon the table. “Since you’ve spent so much time with this girl, can you tell us what she looks like?”
There was a slight pause as Kerry gathered his thought. “Um—light complexion, long curly red hair to about here—” He touched both sides of his torso just below the armpits. “Green eyes, freckles—” He chuckled for a few seconds. “It’s kinda how I’d imagine my mom looked when she was my age.”
Hi, Mom! Yeah, you can see Kerry almost smiling over that one. Almost.
“Is that how old this girl seems? Around your age?”
“Yeah, she does.” He looked down as he shrugged. “I just get that feeling.”
Deanna nodded slowly while Coraline took at turn speaking. “Was she dressed a certain way?”
“Um, uh . . .” Once more he shrugged. “The first couple of times she wore jeans and a tee shirt with sneakers; after that—” He blinked twice as if something startled him. “She was wearing school uniforms.”
Deanna and Coraline exchanged glancing again before the later turned to Annie. “Do you remember what she was wearing last night?”
Annie looked upward as she thought. “Jeans and a pull over tee. I didn’t see—wait—” She closed her eyes for about two seconds. “She was wearing boots: Uggs, like mine.”
Coraline flash as smile. “She has good taste.”
Annie half-rolled her eyes. “Obviously. Oh, another thing: she’s shorter than me—maybe three centimeters.” She smiled at Kerry. “I thought you might mention that, my love.”
“Yeah, I’d—” He laughed as he looked at her. “I didn’t know if it was important.”
“Everything is important at this point, Kerry—all details tell us something. We now know that your dream girl is about six centimeters shorter than you.” Deanna hadn’t known until a moment before if she wanted to make the next observation, but she felt it was needed for Coraline’s benefit. “This is the girl from your rune dream, isn’t she?”
There you go: Deanna said The R Word. She isn’t the only one who noticed–
Annie gave her opinion before Kerry answered. “I believe so.” She tilted her head slightly as she spoke to her soul mate. “She looked the way you described her in your dream.”
“I know.” Kerry began rocking slightly in his chair. “I know she’s the same girl. But that dream was a year and a half ago: why is she bothering me now?”
Coraline began to speak, but Deanna leaned towards her and spoke in a soft voice. “I’ll tell you later.” She then addressed the two children across from her. “There can be any number of reasons for this reemergence, Kerry. I think her appearance in your rune dream was a way of your mind telling you that you did know Annie, and that you shouldn’t dismiss her—”
He nodded. “That makes sense. But she’s not doing anything like that now. She’s just—” He left his statement drifting off into nothingness.
Annie slid closer to Kerry. “What is it?”
“She’s not helping me with anything this time.” The frustration in his tone was evident. “She just says things that don’t make any sense—like, why does she want me to always get close to her? Why does she want me to touch her.” He shook his head as he felt for Annie’s hand. “I don’t get it, Sweetie. I just don’t know what this is all supposed to mean.”
“That’s why they’re here, my love.” She nodded towards the women across from them. ”We’re going to find out why these dreams are happening.” Annie shifted her gaze. “Isn’t that right, Deanna?”
I don’t need to have vision to know what Annie means with that look and tone. Deanna nodded once. “We’ll do our best, Annie. We’ll do everything we can for you both.”
There is it: the whole scene. And you got to see it all. Nothing hidden–but not a lot told. You know as much as Coraline and Deanna. And probably Annie and Kerry as well. But now some important people know about Carrot Girl–yes, I’m using this name!–and they’re on the case. As much as it is a case. And I wake up this morning and discover a conversation going on about these dreams.
Now, since I’m in a pretty good this morning, I’m going to leave you with a couple of things. First, this whole issue of Who Is Carrot Girl?–you, the readers, will learn the answer . . .
In Act Three, Part Eight, Chapters Twenty-Seven, Twenty-Eight, and Twenty-Nine.
That’s where it’s all resolved, and just so you also know: from the first scene of Chapter Twenty-Seven to the last scene of Chapter Twenty-Nine, exactly twenty-four hours go by. This is The Big Time for this novel, so to speak. Yeah, it’s gonna be fun.
And this is what I was listening to last night, and part of the morning, and it takes me back to the days when I worked in Downtown Chicago. Enjoy.