Griff came downstairs. "They sent me away. The old boy is burnt all across his stomach. It's going to take some time to heal. At least, that's what I heard."
An hour later, Xavier came downstairs and walked into the front parlor. Rose, Ari, Griff, and Trenda waited
patiently to hear about Albert.
"Albert is gone.
He has left us."
Rose stood up.
"What do you mean? He's dead?"
"No, he left with Dr. Teeter. It's going to take some real doctoring to get those wounds to heal." Griff gave Xavier a big hug and then proceed to squeeze him really hard. "Don't ever scare us like that again."
Several days later, in the evening, Rose and Mrs.
Steers sat in the front parlor. Their chairs were pulled up to the fireplace, warming
themselves in front of the crackling fire and sipping hot chocolate. The parlor was dark except for the glow from
the fire.
"What a week," said Mrs. Steers. Her voice quiet and soft. "I can't believe that
I met one of the Uncle Matthew's great-great grandchildren."
"What? I didn't hear about this."
"While Sam and I were seeing the building of the
pyramid, two young men wearing pink sunglasses showed up. He and his twin brother are new members of
the West Coast chapter."
"Really.
They are related to you?"
"Yes. My
Uncle Matthew had traveled west. We had
no idea whatever happened to him, but apparently, he married and had two
children. These twins are his
great-great grandchildren."
"Wow.
That's amazing," said Rose.
"And they're involved with the West Coast Chapter. Come to think of it, Trenda did say they had
two new members."
"They are coming to visit soon. We have a lot of family history to sort
out."
Rose sipped her hot chocolate. "So... How old are they?"
Mrs. Steers was already onto her. "Well, from what I gathered they're in
their late twenties and would probably prefer Xavier's company
more..." Mrs. Steers gave her a
look that said, "If you know what I mean."
Rose sighed.
"Always my luck."
For the first time in the past few days, Rose saw Mrs.
Steers smile. Rose took a sip and turned
to her. "Well, Lottie, what's your
thoughts? Are we doing the right thing about Sam? I haven't seen him since."
Mrs. Steers shook her head, still staring at the
fire. Wrapping her hands around her mug,
she took a quick drink, before answering.
"I haven't either. He's been very distant." Mrs. Steers was concerned, and her expression
showed it. "I hope so. When I first meet him, he was still grieving
over the death of his Father. I worry
he's not strong enough physically and mentally, but his abilities to use the
incantations are remarkable. Very
remarkable. The best I've seen ever. He
wound-up one mighty orb when you were teaching him. He's going to need a lot of practice and
attention. You will be perfect for him."
"I wouldn't worry too much. Have you taken care of all the paperwork,
especially the will? We want to make
sure that Sam is taken care of."
"Yes," said Mrs. Steers. "I met with the council's lawyer and took
care of everything. Poor boy. I hate to think what this has done to
him. He'll need a lot of support."
Rose assured her.
"Don't fret over it. The
council is fully aware. The Doctor has got
to have at least one weakness. If only
we could learn what it was, Sam would be able to play on that. I just hope Sam can do it." Rose drank from her mug.
Mrs. Steers glanced over at her. "When we get there, I know he will be
there. He'll either follow or be
waiting. We're not sure if he knows yet exactly
where the cave is or not. I think he'll
find out. I have to admit I don't think
we know for sure. There may be someone
in a club leaking information, but we're not sure."
"I have my suspicions," said Mr. Steers.
"Really?"
"Yes, but I have no proof. I’ll let you know later." Mrs. Steers stared at the fire. "Do you think he will be able to get in?"
Rose shrugged her shoulders. "We can only hope. Your research, my dear, was flawless. The International Council went over it several
times. They were convinced. Sam is our biggest hope ever. No one else seems to have his abilities."
They snuggled back into their chairs.
Exciting your leading the story in several possible directions!
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