Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty-nine - Old remedies, new times (part four)
Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty-nine - Old remedies, new times

Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty-nine - Old remedies, new times (part five)

CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and SIXTY-NINE

(part five)

“Well, at least that’s clear,” Heather said.

Everyone gawked at her. When Heather started to laugh, everyone laughed.

“That could mean anything!” Jill said. “It probably doesn’t have anything to do with Katy.”

“Yes, I’m afraid that’s true,” Pierre said. “May I ask — your daughter? Is she. . . special?”

While everyone nodded, Jill said, “She’s just a little girl.”

“And if she isn’t?” Pierre asked.

“Whatever she is, she is a little girl!” Jill insisted.

Pierre gave Jill a kind nod.

“I understand,” Pierre said. “I’m the father of the last Grand Master of the Templars. I don’t love that my son is out there risking his life. I tried to hold onto the title for as long as I possibly could. But there was nothing I could do. He was bound to take on the role no matter what I did.”

“I. . .” Jill shook her head. She nodded to Pierre. “Thank you, Mr. Semaines. I have to think about everything. Talk to Jake.”

“I understand,” Pierre said.

Jill nodded and started toward the door. Heather got up, smiled at Pierre, and left with Jill.

“It was nice to see you again,” Perses said before disappearing.

For a moment, Nelson and Pierre sat in the living room together.

“Do you get used to it?” Pierre asked Nelson.

“Used to what?” Nelson asked.

“Their coming and going?” Pierre asked.

“They are like the tide,” Nelson said. “They come and they go. I never know who or what will be there. It’s. . . interesting, I guess.”

Nelson shrugged.

“I have been an ER doctor for a while,” Nelson said. “Being an ER doctor is likethat. I never know if they are bringing good things or some horror. But that’s true for most people.”

Pierre nodded. He sighed and Nelson saw how tired his father had become.

“Let’s get you back to bed,” Nelson said.

“I hate that bed,” Pierre said.

“You are getting better,” Nelson said. “You must rest to regain your strength.”

Nelson pulled his father to his feet. They hugged for a long moment. Nelson tried to will his strength into his father.

“I’m okay, son,” Pierre said in French.

“I know,” Nelson replied in French. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

They were across the living room when the nurse returned. She helped Nelson get Pierre back in bed. Nelson stayed long enough to help get his father settled. Nelson’s own exhaustion returned the moment he stepped out of the carriage house. He moved across the yard and stumbled up the stairs to his room.

Not for the first time, he was grateful for his own private space. He used his bathroom and got into bed. He was just falling asleep when he realized that he had previously heard that prophesy. He fell asleep wondering when he’d heard it.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...

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