Life is full of surprises. I was surprised yesterday during lunch I met someone who was actually interested in wanting to speak with me, and so for about forty-five minutes I ate and talked while she listened and asked a few questions. I was surprised attending another political meeting when I learned of some of the things they wanted to support and some things they said they could live without.
I was also surprised when I was getting ready to watch The Walking Dead and I discovered my cable box was dead and not reanimated like the zombies I was about to see. This means if I want to watch the show, I have streamed off my computer tonight after I arrived home from work. And, I’ll have to do the same thing tomorrow when I go to recap the first episode of Season 2 of Humans. Should be fun; at least I don’t watch as much TV as I used to, or at least watch it through cable itself. And if I find I can do things this way, I may just end up dumping the cable box, and cable, later this summer.
Now, speaking of surprises…
One of the things I’ve been leading up to it this point is discussion of what happened to Emma when she returned home for the summer. So without further ado, let’s shift our sights westward and see how things went in the mountains of Colorado:
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)
Emma had been eager to talk about what happened to her over the summer since arriving at school, but she found it was almost impossible to do so during the other classes, and the special classes Kerry took on Tuesday and Wednesday nights prevented her from seeing him and discussing it then. “It went pretty well.”
“Just pretty well?” Kerry was a bit surprised that Emma was being so reserved.
“It was better than pretty well.” She eyed her wingmate carefully. “I’ve heard anything about your summer holiday, though.”
Kerry glanced upward as he spoke. “That’s because I haven’t talked about.”
“How did things go?”
“It sucked.” His disgust was all over his face. “My parents were not happy to learn they had a witch and a sorceress living under their roof. Oh, and my parents know that I have a girlfriend and they are not happy about that, either.” He motioned with his hands as if he was drawing Emma towards him. “I want to know how your summer went. Come on: tell me.”
Kerry is not interested in talking about his shitty summer. He knows it was shitty and he wants to leave it that way. He wants to hear from someone who didn’t have a shitty summer and that means you’ll have to listen to the person directly in front of him. But first we have to ask an important question: how did she get home?
She waited a moment as she decided on how to begin her story. “Well, just like everybody else I was nervous. I didn’t think it was that bad until we jaunted into Denver International that I started to get shaky. I mean, from there, I’m only ten minutes away from home—”
“Where do you jaunt into in Boulder?” Kerry didn’t mean to interrupt, but it was a question that he’d always wanted to ask but never had. “Just curious, is all.”
A slight chuckle escaped from between Emma’s lips. “The city jaunt station is in the basement of the National Weather Service headquarters. The first time I came out of there about died.”
“As that place is exactly one mile from my house—” She grinned again. “I mean, one point six kilometers.”
Kerry grinned along with her. “You’re forgiven. Go on.”
“Okay. We get the car just waiting for us and we had for my house. It’s only like a four minute drive, so I don’t have that much time to actually prepare for what’s going to happen. I guess I figured I’d be ready for before jaunting home, but that didn’t happen.
“When we pulled into the house I’m a nervous wreck, you know? Just nervous as all hell. Were walking up to the front door and my mom’s got the door open before were even halfway there, which doesn’t really put me at ease because I know they’re thinking I’m in some sort of trouble. My caseworker, Miora, she immediately chills my mom out, so while I’m putting my luggage down and getting it out of the way, she’s telling my mom and my dad let’s go sit down and will explain everything.
“So were all in the living room. My mom and dad are sitting on the sofa and my sister Veronica, she’s sitting in easy chair, and my mom has set up two chairs in front of the TV, one for Miora and one for me. We sit down and Miora starts her talk, telling my parents that I’m not in any sort of trouble and this has nothing to do with anything disciplinary at school, it’s just that there something really important that I’m supposed to tell them.”
The memory of going through nearly the identical experience brought a small smile to Kerry’s face. “I kind of did the same thing. I can imagine how you felt.”
Emma let out a long sigh. “I imagine everybody went through some variation of anything.”
“I’m sure they did. What happened next?”
Boulder was kind of a challenge but it came to finding usable, fixed jaunt point. Like so many places in the United States it doesn’t have a train station, and the only airport is a shitty little one runway job out of which Cessnas mostly fly. I was about ready to put the fixed jaunt station somewhere on the grounds of the University of Colorado when I remembered that the federal government does have a certain presence in the city: namely a large National Weather Service installation. And since The Foundation loves hiding in plain sight, why not put the jaunt station there?
We also learn something else: Emma lives a mile away from here. And I do mean that: when I was measuring this out the drive from the National Weather Service to her home was almost exactly one mile. So it made getting her home even easier.
And it’s fairly obvious that the set up to her coming out appears very similar to the set up for Kerry’s coming out. Only Kerry didn’t have a little sister waiting for him to possibly throw shade in her direction once the Witch Word was unleashed. Is that really what happened?
You’ll find out tomorrow.