As I am wont to say another chapter is in the bag. I finished up Chapter Eighteen about ten-thirty last night, and this morning checked to discover it’s the second shortest chapter after Chapter Three, so I’m still bringing in a few scenes where a lot goes on but not a lot is said.
And that’s okay, because it’s not always a good thing to go on and on about nothing. Like I’m doing now, right?
This is where the dreamwalk ends for our kids, or at least we get a fade out on what’s happening. We had Annie speaking of her attempt to get a mobile phone or computer and getting shut down, and here we find out why she feels her parent’s reaction was far different that at other times . . .
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
“Their refusal felt different.”
“In the past when I’ve ask for something there’s always some hesitancy about committing, maybe even a few words along the line of ‘We’ll think about this’ in the hopes that I’ll forget about the matter.” Annie slid closer, her shoulder touching Kerry’s as she continued staring into the dream sky. “There wasn’t any of that this time: they tried to deflect the request a few times, then went right to no.” She rested her head against Kerry’s. “They’ve not done that before.”
Annie had already told Kerry a number of stories of things she’d requested or wanted over the years, and how she’d managed to wear her parents down—as she’d done with her lake house—or simply ignore them until things worked out for her in a favorably way—as had happened when she’d originally decided not to attend Salem. “What changed this time? Maybe they’re starting to get tougher on you because you’re now a teenager?”
“No, not that.” She chuckled. “If anything, they’d have to know I’m likely to become even more insistent.” A deep silence settled between them for nearly a quarter of a minute. “The way my mother phrased everything . . . I think she may have seen something, my love.”
There wasn’t any need to explain Annie’s comment: Kerry was aware that her mother had a touch of sight. “With you or with me?”
Annie didn’t want to worry Kerry right now: she’d dreamwalked him so they could spend loving time together. Now’s not the time to tell him what I truly believe . . . “I think she was speaking of both of us—”
“Meaning probably me.” He moved around until his head was resting against Annie’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Darling, I’m aware that things might not go easy for me this summer.” He almost rubbed the cheek his mother struck a day and a half before. “Mom’s not having an easy time adjusting to me, and I can’t imagine it’s gonna get easier a few months from now.”
Yeah, mom’s having a hard time adjusting to the new Kerry, and she shows it by slapping him. He knows he has reason to worry, because there are three little words he needs to say when it comes time to return to Cardiff for the summer, and they are words Annie never had to utter–if anything, she heard them from her mother and father, and they swapped out the “I’m” for “You’re”. Deep down inside, Kerry’s hoping his return home doesn’t turn into a Monty Python skit.
But he won’t have to face that alone, and from here things start turning a little lovey dovey–
Annie held him tight while running her fingers through his hair. There were times when she nearly forgot all of this was happening to their dream forms, for at this level of dreaming everything was incredibly real. Right now she felt his nervousness emanating from his body: a tenseness in his arms, a change in his breathing, the way he formed words. All the little tells her soul mate carried that told her Kerry was worried, and he was doing his best to hide his feelings. “You know I’ll be there for you, my love.”
“I know.” His voice carried a dreamy quality, as if he were starting to fall asleep in her arms.
“I may not have a phone or a computer when we return home for the summer, but we’ll write as we do now, and . . .” She gave him a soft hug. “When I get better at dreamwalking, I can come and we can talk here.”
Kerry rolled to his right and snuggled against Annie’s body. “I promise, I’m not going to obsess over this summer while we’re at school. We have your solo flights to work on; I’ve got to work on my Mimicking; and we . . .” He kissed her on the cheek. “. . . have way too much time to spend together.”
Annie wrapped her arm around his torso. “We don’t have that much free time any more.”
“I know. That’s why I don’t want to spoil everything with me focusing on my problems.” He kissed her again, then settled against her. “It’s not fair to you.”
She kissed him on the forehead. “Thank you, my love. You are nothing if not considerate of my feelings.”
If there is one thing Kerry does, it’s take Annie’s feelings into consideration as much as possible. And here he is, snuggling up against her, because Kerry really does love to be held–somethings he’s not gotten at home in a long time. He knows they don’t have as much personal times at school this year as they did the year before, and the last thing he wants to do is screw up the next few months for Annie because he’s scared at what waits for him there. This version of Kerry is doing far better than the last version–you might say he’s . . . (puts on sunglasses) leveled up. YEEEEARRRRGGGG!
Let’s finish this and see where my kids are going:
“Only the best for you, my darling sarmi.” He closed his eyes as he sighed. “Just a little over a week and we’ll be back in Vienna—”
“Together.” Annie felt him breathing against her. We shouldn’t be breathing; there isn’t real air here. It’s just something we carry with us from the physical realm. “And from there . . . back home.”
Kerry slowly moved his head. “Our home—for now.” He traced small circled upon Annie’s pajama top. “One day we’ll leave school together and not have to return to our parent’s home—”
“Where would we go?”
“Oh, you know . . .” He moved his finger upward until he touched her chin. “Maybe France?”
She nodded. “A little château of our own?”
“A little one with a wall and a garden and maybe a separate building for you to do your studies and keep your books.”
“Yes, my love—I would love to share a home like that with you.” Annie pulled Kerry against her as she felt her dream heart pour out. At that moment she didn’t want the dream to end—and when it did, she wanted to roll over and find Kerry sleeping next to her. It will happen. One day, it will happen.
There you have it: they want a little château behind walls and Annie can have her own little building on the grounds where she can do her dark witchy things. It won’t be long before they make this dream come true, and before you know it the little pitter-patter of tiny witch feet will sound throughout the house–followed by an explosion as a kid tries out one of Mama’s spells. Annie’s also getting used to being called a little cabbage roll, so there’s that, too.
That chapter one, and one more to go before we leave Part Five behind–
See? Just like I said.
As for the next chapter I will tell you this: it is going to end in a very unusual way, and hat’s going to lead to a rather strange opening to Part Six. Don’t worry, though: it’s all good. Really. Okay, maybe not that good . . .