It’s a lovely morning, with the sun shining and the temps in an area where I can enjoy wearing a long skirt and a flowing top–though the Weather Channel tells me it’s only forty-two outside, but it feels a lot warmer. I’ll stick with my feels, particularly since I’ll be inside all afternoon getting a full-on mani/pedi.
Lotsa, lotsa, lotsa writing yesterday. There was the scene I posted yesterday, a large part of which was written in the morning from six-thirty to eight-thirty. Then I got into Chapter Three, and started in on the first scene for that, stopping long enough to watch Orphan Black. By the time I’d decided I’d had enough, I’d written nine-hundred and forty-five words, which given the hundred I’d written in the morning meant I’d put in a solid day of writing.
Throughout the afternoon, however, I spent time getting the kid’s song list together, which, I have to say, is fun. It’s a bit telling in their musical tastes that of all the songs on Kerry’s list, only two of the so-far sixteen songs listed were produced after he was born, while on Annie’s list all of the songs were produced after she was born, with the oldest song on her lift coming when she was two years old. Kerry’s is a conglomeration of old prog and soft rock/pop, while Annie goes for Pop Princess/Indie Queen feel. And, as always, listening to her stuff introduces me to a lot of different music, and it’s only a matter of time before I see if she’d like a few artists I’ve never normally given a listen.
Needless to say, this has also got my mind going on the events that are going to happen during the B Level Samhain Dance. I’ve already received some suggestions about costumes–fun ones, I should mention–but there is one song in particular that I can see being asks for, and if I go in that direction–and trust me, I likely will–Annie is gonna break loose and bust some Dark Witch moves. Just running the images for the scene through my head last night, put a huge smile on my face.
That’s me: always thinking of different ways to make life fun for my kids when I’m not putting them through hell.
The first of three scenes has started, and I’m probably closer to the end of it than I am the beginning. It’s 27 August, 2012, and that’s Travel Day for all the kids at Salem. We know how Annie travels: we saw it in the first scene of the last novel. And Kerry sort of travels the same way now that he knows about witches and magic and jaunting. However, his folks aren’t hip to that yet, so there’s a bit of the ol’ smoke and mirrors going on . . .
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
When the doorbell rang, Kerry didn’t need to check the time: his travel package said Ms. Rutherford would arrive at seven-twenty to take him to the train station, and his case worker was extremely punctual. He checked the clock in the lounge as he headed for the front door: it was seven-twenty.
Ms. Rutherford stood in the frame of the open outer door. She was young black woman dressed in gray business skirt and jacket, a cream colored blouse, and matching gray wedges. Slung over her right shoulder was the large tan purse she carried everywhere—one big enough to hold a tablet, mobile, and just about anything else The Foundation might give her depending upon whatever she might need that she couldn’t handle with her magic. “Good morning, Kerry.”
“Good morning, Ms. Rutherford.” He stepped back and to the side. “Please, come in.”
“Thank you, Kerry.” She entered the house and walked into the lounge with Kerry following. She stopped in the middle of the lounge to greet his parents. “Good morning, Mr. Malibey; Mrs. Malibey.”
Davyn and Louise stood in the arch separating the dinning room from the front lounge. Both were dressed for work, with Louise being a little more casual as she wasn’t in a management position like her husband. Davyn nodded. “Good morning, Ms. Rutherford.”
Louise smiled and nodded as well. “Good morning, Ms. Rutherford. You look wide awake for someone up this early.”
“I could say the same for you, Mrs. Malibey. I haven’t been up that long: I came into Cardiff last night and spent the night downtown.” She turned to Kerry for a moment, then back to his parents. “I knew we’d have a long day ahead of us, and I didn’t want to get held up coming in from London.”
“Kerry’s been up early as well.” Louise turned towards her son for a moment. “He was up before five getting ready.”
He looked up at Ms. Rutherford standing to his right. “I gotta get back on Salem time, don’t I?”
“Indeed you do.” She addressed his parent. “They start the day early at school. Most of the students are up around five preparing for the day ahead.”
Yeah, get ready for that day, Kerry. Even though you won’t set foot in your new room, for four days, you’re back on the time you know you’re gonna have to work for nine months. I should say, back on the schedule–you won’t be back on Boston time for a few more days.
There is small talk among Ms. Rutherford and Davyn and Louise, and that brings us to Kerry’s actual departure–
He stood in the entry to the lounge, his roll-on bag at his side and wearing his backpack. “Yeah, all set here.” Kerry gazed across the room to where his parents were standing together. “Well, I’m, uh, off, I guess.” He stood waiting to see if they would do anything.
His father dropped his sight for a second as he cleared his throat. “Have a good trip, Son.”
His mother’s headed half-nodded, half-jerked, as if she were having difficulty knowing what to do. “Have fun at school, Kerry. And lets us know when you get there.”
“I will, Mom.” He kept his face unmoving and expressionless. “I’ll send you an email when I get into my dorm.”
“Good. Then I guess we’ll see you when you come home for Christmas.”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’ll see you then.” He waved slowly. “Take care, guys. Bye.” Kerry turned and headed for the front door. Once out on the walk he was vaguely aware that Ms. Rutherford was right beside him; out of the corner of his vision he saw her make a hand motion at the black salon with the tinted window parked at the end of the walkway, and the lid to the trunk popped opened. As they reached the car he saw Ms Rutherford get in on the driver’s side: Kerry placed his luggage inside the trunk and headed for the rear passenger side as the lid closed automatically. Seconds later he was inside, sitting comfortably with his backpack between his legs. As soon as the rear lid locked the driver put the car in gear and drove away.
Kerry didn’t bother looking back.
When I say Kerry suffers from a fear of abandonment, that all comes out of the lack of affection coming from both parents. Maybe they’re afraid to give hugs to their only child in front of a stranger, but still: that ending is cold, way the hell Queen Elsa of Frozen cold. Annie is going to tell Kerry something later in this school year, and though it will take him some time to comprehend, when the time come he’ll take it to heart and never let it go.
We are here with this mess:
After two weeks I’m close to twenty thousand words, which I might pass tonight. By this time next week I will for sure out of Part One and into Part Two, and the kids will finally be “home”.
And then I’ll see what fresh hell I can unleash upon them.