CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE
Sunday early morning — 1:35 a.m.
Quanshay woke up. She listened.
This house was full of people. Sometimes, she could hear them walking around. Every once in a while, she heard a couple enjoying each other. The kids were always so noisy — laughing, talking, playing. She knew that she would miss the noise when she went home.
Right now, the house was silent.
Royce would be home soon and she would have to drag her children away from their friends and this haven.
She worried that they wouldn’t want to come home. She worried that they would sneak back here. She worried that. . .
Sighing to herself, she got up. She used the bathroom and then grabbed the bathrobe on the end of her bed. She made herself a cup of calming tea and jammed her toes in to some slippers. She made her way out to her calm and quiet garden.
She would miss this too.
She opened the door and saw that someone was sitting on the bench. She’d learned that these friendly people didn’t mind interruption. She cleared her throat.
“May I join you?” she asked.
“I was waiting for you,” Abi said.
“You were?” Quanshay asked.
“You’ve been asking about me,” Abi said. “I thought we could talk. Is now a good time?”
“I. . . uh. . . yes,” Quanshay said. “I’m a little anxious and I. . . Would you like some tea?”
Abi held up a mug of steaming fluid.
“I like tea,” Quanshay said.
“I do, as well,” Abi said.
They sat in an uncomfortable silence. Abi cleared her throat.
“I like this garden,” Abi said at the same time Quanshay spit out, “What are you?”
Abi grinned at Quanshay, and she chuckled.
“I like this garden, too,” Quanshay said. “It’s so private, quiet, and yet the world is just right there.”
“Jake and Delphie made it for Honey so that she’d feel like she was home,” Abi said.
“I haven’t seen her out here,” Quanshay said.
“She’s here a lot,” Abi said.
Quanshay nodded. They fell silent again.
“You asked what I am,” Abi said. “That’s unusual.”
“How so?” Quanshay asked.
“Most humans ask what my name is or where I’m from,” Abi said.
“Your accent is somewhere between colonial Africa and. . .” Quanshay shrugged.
“Why do you wish to have this information?” Abi asked.
Quanshay turned to look at Abi. For a moment, they just looked at each other.
“I don’t know,” Quanshay said. “You look like a black person, but your skin is dark and. . . I don’t know brown or maybe white. Your color changes with the light. I’ve been around a lot of black folks and they don’t do that. I’d guess that these white people don’t know enough black people to notice.”
“That’s likely,” Abi said with a grin.
“Are you a fairy?” Quanshay asked. “Delphie told me that your partner, Fin, was a fairy.”
“He is a fairy prince,” Abi said. “I say this so that you won’t make the mistake of asking him if he’s a fairy. He will puff up and babble about being a prince and how you should respect him and a whole bunch of annoying stuff.”
Quanshay felt a giggle coming up. No matter how she tried to stifle it, the giggle returned. She covered her mouth and giggled. Abi grinned.
“I have met your Royce,” Abi said.
“You have?” Quanshay asked.
Abi gave a nod.
“When you were in Africa on safari,” Abi said. “Honeymoon?”
“We went to Africa to see where our people came from and to go on safari,” Quanshay said. “It was all of the money we had but we had a good time.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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