I will be the first to admit: the event on Tuesday was still screwing me up last night. I was tried when I got off work and perked up a little as I worked the phone bank because I was picking up energy from everyone else, but as soon as I got home those ol’ Sleepy Eyed Blues started doing their number on me and I spend most of the evening fighting to stay awake.
On top of all this, I was asked late night if I would start working on Tuesday nights as well at the phone bank, and the head organizer asked me to call her today because there’s something “big” she wants to speak with me about.
Politics: all this because I don’t want the fascist to get elected. I gotta remind myself it’s just one more month, just one more month–
“Get involved in getting someone elected, she said. It’ll be fun, she said.”
I shouldn’t complain because there are people at the HQ who are busting a lot more ass than me on this thing and props are due–
Anyway… because I was sleepy and fighting to keep from going to bed at nine which would have me up at three again, that meant trying to keep my head straight while attempting to tap out things on the keyboard. I didn’t get much written, but Annie finally got to see the other half of the house–
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
He tilted his head towards hers. “It’s a good thing you’re the first.” Annie drew them towards the doorway leading to the entryway. “I know there’s a first floor—” She took a step back. “Can I see?”
“Sure you can.” Kerry opened to the door leading to the entryway and held it for Annie. “This way, Darling.”
Annie followed Kerry up the stairs to the first floor landing she now knew so well from his dreams. She paused for just a moment as she examined her reflection, then turned left and climbed the few steps to where Kerry waited. She looked to her left and right. “Looks different from here.”
Kerry grimaced before quickly moving on. With the stairs behind him he pointed to his right. “Right there’s the bathroom.” He indicated the closed door slightly to his left. “That’s my parent’s bedroom. Down there—” He indicated the open door down the hall where Annie remembered standing with Deanna as they watched Kerry’s female side make her argument to become one with him. “That’s the guest room, but my mom uses it as her office so she can do bills and stuff. That’s where she keeps her laptop.”
“I didn’t know she had a computer.” Annie was more than a bit surprised that Kerry had never mentioned this: she’d always believed that his parent sent emails from their work computers or from a mobile phone.
He nodded. “Yeah, she picked it up a couple of years ago.”
“Is there a guest bed in there for whenever you do have guests?”
“There’s an inflatable bed, sheets, pillows, and a comforter in the wardrobe.” Kerry chuckled. “I set it up once when I didn’t have anything else to do. You can have everything in place in about fifteen minutes.”
“I see.” Annie stepped around Kerry and stood before the closed door directly in front of them. “And in here?”
“That’s—” Kerry cleared his throat. “That’s my bedroom.”
Annie lay one hand against the door. “May I see it?”
He gave a slow shrug. “You’ve already seen it.”
“No, I’ve seen a room that was reconstructed from your dreams. I want to see—” She wrapped he knuckles against the door. “I want to see the real room.”
“Well then—” Kerry stepped up and pushed open the door. “You may go in.”
Annie secured her purse upon he shoulder gave her soul mate a wide smile. “Thank you.” She sauntered inside with Kerry close behind.
And the last room to see on this tour is Kerry’s bedroom. Sure, she’s seen a dream version of this, but this is the real deal. Some people would say this is a dangerous thing, but we know my kids won’t fool around–