The title makes it seem like I may have been out shopping, it could be further from the truth. I’ve been out on one Black Friday expedition once in my life and I will never do it again. Black Friday is nothing if not insane shit and I refuse to be a part of insanity over which I have no control, for I already have enough of that in my life.
What I didn’t do, however, is going to work from seven-thirty until noon and then head out to brunch–
I been doing a lot of running today and a lot of snoozing and actually implementing a phone call in about a half hour point where I’m writing. Tomorrow my morning will be busy and it’s likely that I’ll have a full afternoon as well.
Who said this is a holiday?
No writing is taken place yet, but the night is young and I intend to get some more in before I call it a day. I’m almost a thousand words into the first scene of Chapter Six and is going a little slower than I anticipated, though that might have something to do with all the site work I’ve been doing the last couple of nights. All of that stuff is done for now, though tomorrow I might actually add names to the new A Levels–
In the meantime, we catch up with someone who is soon to be Annie’s and Kerry’s neighbor…
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
Annie stood in the waiting area of the Hotel du Nord and gaze out the window to the street beyond. There was a lot of activity around her: it was half past sixteen hours in the bus to the airport was expected at any moment.
It was nearly time to go home.
The only thing on Annie’s mind were the events of the last thirty-six hours—
They spent Wednesday morning getting to know the only B level from their company in Paris, Soroushi Yazdi from Zanjan, Iran. They had seen her around Paris on a few occasions with a couple of B Levels from other covens, but they took the effort to invite her to breakfast so they could discuss the upcoming year on the second floor of the coven. She was a pleasant girl who liked modern music and showed an interest in popular comics, a subject that Kerry and she discussed for about a third of the morning. She wore a pink hajib with a matching T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, and stuck to fruit and yogurt because of her dietary restrictions. Soroushi was pleasantly surprised to discover that both Annie and Kerry enjoyed drinking ayran as well, and that Annie was aware of the way Iranians usually enjoyed the drink.
They discussed how they wanted to make the B Levels feel it home now that they were out of The Fishbowl and on the second floor of the coven tower. Soroushi not only showed interest, but seemed grateful that upper-level mates were taking an interest in making the semi-new students feel at home. Annie let the Iranian girl know that as they were treated nicely by the C Levels when they moved the second floor, it was their intention to make the new B Levels feel the same way.
After breakfast Annie and Kerry took a nap, enjoyed a quick lunch at a nearby café, then took the subway Montmartre, where they spent the rest of the afternoon sightseeing.
They visited the Sacré-Cœur Basilica, walked the steps of the Rue Foyatier, wandered through the cemetery, and visited the Moulin Rouge—where they had several photos of each other taken before they were able to get a tourist to step a couple of photos of them together—before returning to the Place du Tertre for dinner.
It was there that the current trouble began—
Are finally getting a peek at the B Levels of Cernunnos Coven. First there’s a very simple reason were only meeting Soroushi in Paris:
It’s quite simple: the boy is from an island in North America, and the other three girls are from South America, far northern North America, and Oceania. Soroushi is the only one of the new B Levels who would meet up in Paris, as students from far Western Asia tend to travel with the European and African students. You can bet, however, that Annie and Kerry asked a lot of questions about the other four members will be joining them on the second floor.
I should point out that the girl from Arviat, Nunavut, Nancy Piugattuk, is an Inuit from a town of twenty-three hundred on the shores of the Hudson Bay, and comes from about as far north a locale as those of the students from Iceland, Norway, Finland, and northern Russia. Not going to have to figure out which the students comes from the farthest north, and which come from the farthest south. Because this is the way I am.
Today you will learn more about the “current trouble” that Kerry is experiencing. But you probably got a good idea about what’s going on–
At least I hope so.