straight up.
“Ouch! Kessler, that hurt!” I snapped.
“Sorry love, it was the only way I could get you out of your happy zone.”
“What did you do?”
“I gave you a pinch of my energy is all.” The corner of his mouth twit ched up when I shot him a frown. I took another sip of my coffee and re-focused my attention on Queen Genessa, or Gen as she preferred. Admittedly, I was much more alert at this point. Even if it did irritate me to no end that Kess had snapped me out of my happy place.
“So tell me about your grandfather. How is Levi doing?”
“He’s well ma’am. In fact, I’m sure he’s keeping himself quite busy back home. The last time I spoke with him, he was working on a tractor and griping about his lack of time to go fishing.” Gen laughed at this.
“He was such a kind boy Joey, and tell me how is your grandmother? I understand you’re responsible for some very fine weaving.”
“She’s doing equally well. Albeit, she and my mother don’t see eye to eye these days from what my sister tells me. I think I might be responsible for that because before I un-did my papaw’s death she was living with us and I think my momma got on her nerves some. She wasn’t in her right mind without my papaw and momma got short with her sometimes.”
“Ah, residual mem ories can be difficult to erase,” she said thoughtfully.
“I sure wish I could erase some of mine,” I said and regretted it instantly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” I said quickly in an effort to undo any disrespect.
“Of course you meant it. My son is a difficult man, and if I could weave away the painful memories you must carry I certainly would.” If it was possible for me to like her more, that statement endeared her to me. It isn’t easy for any parent to recognize the faults of their own child, but she obviously knew him well and had no delusions about his true nature. “You obviously understand why I didn’t leave my abilities to my son.”
“I didn’t before, but I do now ,” I said mournfully.
“Well, time changes all things child, and there’s no reason why we should dwell on the negative when we can do something about it.” I hated to burst her positive bubble, but I didn’t see how I could do much in this situation. I was worried how I would take care of myself, let alone take care of any of this mess. Frankly I was exhausted, heartbroken, and completely ready to go back to my life in Dempsey. I figured it was best to be direct under the circumstances.
“You do realize that your son has taken your gift from me right?”
She smiled and waved her hand, “temporary complication, nothing more.”
“But you yourself have no weaver abilities as I understand it, so how are we to do anything about this?” I was trying to be as polite as possible, but it was starting to seem like she was living in a dream world. What were we going to do, call the police and report a theft? There wasn’t a thing we could do about any of this as far as I could see.
“We have a plan,” she said with a bright smile.
At that moment, a shimmery spot appeared in the doorway, and Digger stepped forward with a gracious bow. “Your majesty,” he said, removing his grungy hat. “You may rise Digger, and please call me Gen for now. Everyone here does and I’m beginning to like that actually.” Digger shifted uncomfortably, “As you wish, your er…Gen.”
“So what news have you for us good sir?” Gen asked.
“I can tell you that there is quite an uproar in Era. Torvin has commanded that all able weavers commence an immediate search for young missy here, and I think your son has pert near lost his voice from all the shouting he’s been doing.” Great, I had weavers hunting me down now. I was certain everyone would notice the sudden trimmer in my hands, so I sat my coffee cup down and clasped my hands in my lap.
“Yes, yes, I’d expect
“Ouch! Kessler, that hurt!” I snapped.
“Sorry love, it was the only way I could get you out of your happy zone.”
“What did you do?”
“I gave you a pinch of my energy is all.” The corner of his mouth twit ched up when I shot him a frown. I took another sip of my coffee and re-focused my attention on Queen Genessa, or Gen as she preferred. Admittedly, I was much more alert at this point. Even if it did irritate me to no end that Kess had snapped me out of my happy place.
“So tell me about your grandfather. How is Levi doing?”
“He’s well ma’am. In fact, I’m sure he’s keeping himself quite busy back home. The last time I spoke with him, he was working on a tractor and griping about his lack of time to go fishing.” Gen laughed at this.
“He was such a kind boy Joey, and tell me how is your grandmother? I understand you’re responsible for some very fine weaving.”
“She’s doing equally well. Albeit, she and my mother don’t see eye to eye these days from what my sister tells me. I think I might be responsible for that because before I un-did my papaw’s death she was living with us and I think my momma got on her nerves some. She wasn’t in her right mind without my papaw and momma got short with her sometimes.”
“Ah, residual mem ories can be difficult to erase,” she said thoughtfully.
“I sure wish I could erase some of mine,” I said and regretted it instantly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” I said quickly in an effort to undo any disrespect.
“Of course you meant it. My son is a difficult man, and if I could weave away the painful memories you must carry I certainly would.” If it was possible for me to like her more, that statement endeared her to me. It isn’t easy for any parent to recognize the faults of their own child, but she obviously knew him well and had no delusions about his true nature. “You obviously understand why I didn’t leave my abilities to my son.”
“I didn’t before, but I do now ,” I said mournfully.
“Well, time changes all things child, and there’s no reason why we should dwell on the negative when we can do something about it.” I hated to burst her positive bubble, but I didn’t see how I could do much in this situation. I was worried how I would take care of myself, let alone take care of any of this mess. Frankly I was exhausted, heartbroken, and completely ready to go back to my life in Dempsey. I figured it was best to be direct under the circumstances.
“You do realize that your son has taken your gift from me right?”
She smiled and waved her hand, “temporary complication, nothing more.”
“But you yourself have no weaver abilities as I understand it, so how are we to do anything about this?” I was trying to be as polite as possible, but it was starting to seem like she was living in a dream world. What were we going to do, call the police and report a theft? There wasn’t a thing we could do about any of this as far as I could see.
“We have a plan,” she said with a bright smile.
At that moment, a shimmery spot appeared in the doorway, and Digger stepped forward with a gracious bow. “Your majesty,” he said, removing his grungy hat. “You may rise Digger, and please call me Gen for now. Everyone here does and I’m beginning to like that actually.” Digger shifted uncomfortably, “As you wish, your er…Gen.”
“So what news have you for us good sir?” Gen asked.
“I can tell you that there is quite an uproar in Era. Torvin has commanded that all able weavers commence an immediate search for young missy here, and I think your son has pert near lost his voice from all the shouting he’s been doing.” Great, I had weavers hunting me down now. I was certain everyone would notice the sudden trimmer in my hands, so I sat my coffee cup down and clasped my hands in my lap.
“Yes, yes, I’d expect
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