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Chapter Six Hundred and Twenty-Nine: As if there wasn't enough going on... (part three)

Chapter Six Hundred and Twenty-Nine: As if there wasn't enough going on... (part two)


(part two)

“Why?” Nelson asked.

“Templars,” Nelson and Mari said in unison.

“Assholes,” Nelson said. “Let’s go get them.”

“You sure you don’t want to call the cops?” Mari asked. “They are trespassing.”

Mari nodded to her left. She was standing in front of the window in what was now an nearly completed small kitchen. Because Jeraine and Tanesha needed the privacy, the window was set up so that while you could look out it, no one could see inside. A group of seven men and women were creeping in front of the window.

“Why?” Nelson asked.

“You’re asking that as Nelson the brilliant doctor and forensic scientist,” Mari said. “We need Nelson the Grand Master of the Templars.”

Nelson heaved a heavy sigh.

“Look at your sword,” Mari said.

Nelson looked at the sword for the first time. This was not his sword. He held it up to his eyes.

“This is. . .” Nelson whispered.

“Come on,” Mari said.

She snapped her fingers, and they were standing next to Nelson’s father Pierre’s bed. Nelson slipped the sword back into its scabbard.

A nurse wearing a face mask looked up at their sudden arrival. She stood and walked toward them.

“I don’t know how you got in here, but this man is very ill,” she said. “He. . .”

She looked at Nelson for a long moment.

“Guy?” the nurse asked. “Guy Semaines? You probably can’t tell with this mask but I’m Mary Joy. Mary Joy Baldwin.”

“Mary Joy?” Nelson asked. “Wow, I haven’t seen you since. . .”

“Junior high,” Mary Joy, the nurse, said. “Yeah. We moved. I came back for nursing school. I saw that this position was for Pierre Semaines and thought that I. . . You probably aren’t here to chat. You look. . . Wow.”

“I’ve been working out,” Nelson said with a smile. “Nice to see you. I apologize, but we’re expecting family that. . .”

“Yes, I was warned,” Mary said. “I was assigned here because I was a medic in the Army. Afghanistan. Let me get dressed.”

Nelson gave her a kind of nod and a bow. Mary Joy stopped at the door.

“Please put on your face mask,” Mary Joy said in a soft chide. “Your father is very ill. He doesn’t need the coronavirus as well.”

“Sorry,” Nelson said. “I should know better.”

“Yes, you should,” Mary Joy said before she disappeared out the door.

Mari snapped her fingers, and they were both wearing face masks.

“Fin said that we should wear them too,” Mari said. “He said that humans are part fairy so there’s no way to know if we’ll be affected. I’ll tell you that Edie shut down the fairy queendoms. No one in or out. Since we went to help Sam Lipson. “

“You went to help Sam?” Nelson asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I took Otis there,” Mari said. “I found a lost fairy working in the ER there so I called Edie. She thought. . . well, let’s just say that she’s annoyed with me.”

“Is that new?” Nelson asked.

“No,” Mari said. “Sisters. They are always annoyed with you for something. Just be glad you don’t have any.”

Nelson grinned at her but then realized that she couldn’t see him smiling. He winked, and she nodded in understanding.

“Here they come.”

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...


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