JenniAnn
awoke to find Andrew still beside her although turned away
from her. She could tell he was awake and so she leaned
up and peeked over his shoulder. She recognized a
familiar logo on his Kindle: the logo of her hometown
newspaper.
"Love..."
Andrew settled onto his back and smiled at JenniAnn.
"Hey, g'morning, Laja."
"G'morning. Were you reading the World Herald?"
Andrew's face flushed slightly and he nodded.
"Are you worried about my mom and dad coming here?"
"And Mark and Doreen. Maybe a little... But
there are only three cases in the whole state so..."
Andrew set the Kindle down and dragged a hand through his
hair before pulling JenniAnn to him. "I'm sure it's
all fine."
"I'm sure, too." JenniAnn kissed him. "Not to
change the subject but... I had a dream."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Maybe it's just cause of Ivy getting married
today. I musta been thinking about Our Lady of Hope
and my time there... and then with my parents
coming... Anyway, in my dream, I was graduating.
And I knew you were in the audience. And I looked out
and... my dad was dragging you out. And my mom was
just sitting there in her seat like nothing was happening!"
Andrew chuckled.
"Awkward..."
"It was! And I was irate. So I went tearing off
the stage and towards you and my dad, the whole ceremony
coming to screeching halt, I'm yelling 'But I love him!' at
the top of my lungs, the choir starts singing 'Seasons of
Love'... I assume as a poor attempt at distraction... and
then you just... disappeared. Poof!"
"Poof!" Andrew repeated with a smile. He pulled
JenniAnn towards him. "I promise that I'm not gonna
disappear. Or at least if I disappear from this
castle... you're disappearing with me. Maybe for a
night... alone... in my carpentry shop if things get too
crowded here."
"I wouldn't protest that... I guess I'm just a little
anxious. I mean... we are gonna have to tone things
down at least a little. Not when we're here, of
course." JenniAnn waved around to indicate their
bedroom. "But... like..." She looked to their
balcony. "I like spending nights out there when it
warms up. But... they might hear us."
"I doubt they would but just in case... Maybe we
should put them in the guest room that Maryam and Yosef
usually use? It's on the other side of the castle."
"That could work..."
"And Max and Rose and Landon could have Avi's future
room. I think that would be less awkward for them than
my old room."
"Yeah... Having your dad's stuff spread around doesn't
exactly inspire romance," JenniAnn agreed.
"No... I'd think not. And then Evie and Mallory
will be in the attic with Marty and Takoda. They're
not going to hear anything from there."
"And Violeta?"
"Oh... I guess you were nursing Avi when that came up
earlier. Violeta, Shelby, and Belle want to build some
sort of pillow fort in Belle's room. If Violeta wants
a break at some point, she can have my room... assuming they
don't scavenge it for parts for their fort."
JenniAnn laughed.
"I guess that works... and seems very... on brand for them."
"It does."
"And... I'm just over-thinking. I guess it's
just that... with all this weirdness and so much out of our
control... it's kinda nice to fixate on the fixable,"
JenniAnn mused.
"I can understand that. And I feel it, too. I
think some of that will go away come Monday when we're
settled into whatever the 'new normal' turns out to be,"
Andrew hypothesized, rubbing JenniAnn's back as he did.
JenniAnn let out a deep, calming breath.
"I think you're right. And now..." JenniAnn
turned around to face Andrew. "I got a text from
Kemara last night."
"Oh?"
"She's wondering... Can she, Sean, and the kids come
to Ivy's and Sy's wedding? They would stay completely
away from everyone else. And... I'd like to go,
too. The way I figure it, the Wilsons could be right
up front and Doreen and Mark to the other side up
front. Then Kemara, Sean, and the kids could be in the
back right and I could be in the back left. That'd put
way more than six feet between us," JenniAnn pointed out
hopefully. "And... it'd give Kemara and Sean something
nice to do before... before he reports back to the station
on Monday and... and is away for however long..."
Andrew contemplated this request. It made
sense... Kemara and JenniAnn had known Ivy for nearly
as long as he had. And they'd all met Sy
together. It would mean a lot to the couple to have
them near.
"Laja... It... it's not my wedding. And
I..." He dragged his hand through his hair.
"I... I'm worried about you. But it's also never been
the case that you need to ask me for permission. So...
if Ivy and Sy are okay with that... of course I'm okay with
it."
JenniAnn hugged him.
"Oh good! I'll text and ask. Then get back to
Kemara and..."
She was interrupted by frantic knocking on the door.
"Andrew! JenniAnn! I need to talk to you!
Now!" Violeta called.
Andrew raised an eye brow and looked to JenniAnn.
"I... I have no idea," she replied as she began to get out
of bed.
They pulled on their robes then hurried to greet Violeta.
"Violeta, what's..."
The younger angel cut Andrew off.
"Ivy's freaking out! She just talked to her grandma
and... they're not coming. Mark woke up feeling awful
and he has a temperature and..." Violeta sniffled,
tears welling for her best friend. "It might not be
the coronavirus. The flu was going all around the high
school. But... they don't want to take the risk."
"Oh no..." JenniAnn lamented.
Andrew frowned... and knew it was time to tell Ivy about the
note from Joshua.
"I'll go talk to her," he offered.
"O-okay..." Violeta moved into JenniAnn's waiting
hug. "This just... it sucks."
JenniAnn smoothed her hair as she began to cry.
"I know, baby, I know..."
"I'll be right back," Andrew promised. He patted
Violeta's shoulder as she continued to weep in JenniAnn's
arms.
"Let us know if we should come over," JenniAnn called as he
walked away.
"Will do." Andrew offered JenniAnn an encouraging
smile then headed towards the stairs. He made his way
to the basement and took the tunnel over to his former
home. Once he was in the basement of Serendipity, he
paused to pray.
"Joshua... Father... I'll tell Ivy about the
note. But... please give me the words I need to bring
her some comfort."
After taking in and letting out a deep breath, the angel
trooped up the stairs and knocked.
"Ivy, it's Andrew. If it's okay, I'd like to..."
The door opened to reveal Ivy, also donning her robe.
Her eyes were puffy and red. She immediately hugged
Andrew.
"This... this isn't what... what I wanted at all and... and
I'm scared for... my grandma a-and for Mark and..."
"I know... I know..." Andrew softly swayed and
patted her back. A few feet away, Leo laid on the
floor, his sad eyes fixed on his Ivy.
After a few moments, Ivy collected herself enough to step
away and pour herself a mug of tea.
"Chamomile?" she asked.
"Sure."
After Ivy set both mugs down, the two settled down at the
kitchen table.
"I... I'm sure Joshua's not going to come. I mean...
not physically. So... so he can't walk me down the
aisle. And... I'm not sure I'd want him to,
anyway. Not like this." Ivy smiled sadly.
"I... Sy and I... we both wanted the big wedding with all
the Friends, excited for us but also excited because it'd
mean seeing Joshua. We still want that
wedding... So... so I thought my grandma and Mark
could walk me down the aisle but now..." She let out a
ragged sigh and shook her head.
"Ivy, Joshua spoke to me yesterday. He gave me a
message for you," Andrew shared.
The young woman perked up and looked to the angel of death.
"What is it?" she prompted.
"He left you a note in your Bible. Check John 1."
Andrew smiled as Ivy burst forth from the table. Leo
roused and ambled along behind her.
A few minutes later, Ivy returned. Her eyes were
rimmed with tears but she appeared more peaceful.
"He's promised me that we will have our dream wedding.
And... when the time comes... he'll walk me down the aisle
a-and dance with me." Ivy beamed. "But... in the
meantime... he suggested I ask Zeke. I mean... it
worked for Meghan Markle. And I'd take Zeke over
Prince Charles a hundred times over. And... and Zeke
is going to be my father now. It... it'll be so nice
to have an earthly father."
Andrew reached over and squeezed Ivy's hand.
"Zeke will be so honored, Ivy."
"Do you think Kendra and Hailey will mind, though? I
mean... I guess not if Joshua recommended it."
"I doubt they will but you can check with them if it'd make
you feel better."
Ivy nodded.
"I will, thanks." She smiled at Andrew. "I would
have asked you, you know. But since you're performing
the ceremony..."
"Thank you, Ivy. That really means a lot. But I
think this job was meant for Zeke."
"Yeah..." Ivy smiled fondly as she thought of her
soon-to-be father-in-law. But then her voice
cracked. "What if Mark..."
"Ivy, I know it's very scary to think of him possibly having
COVID. Especially knowing your grandma is right there,
too. But even supposing they both had it, they're in
the very best possible place. I know you saw the
news. The medical center in Omaha has so much
experience with infectious diseases. And there are so,
so few cases there. The medical system isn't even
close to being overwhelmed. And they're both in really
good shape."
"That's all true... I'm just... it's all just so much,
Andrew." Ivy began to softly cry again. She let
out a laugh when Leo rested his head on her knee.
"Thank you, baby boy."
"Ivy, if there's anything I can do..."
"There is actually... And... and I'm glad you came
over here. Alone. Andrew, I... I love Violeta
so, so much. And Sy and I are both committed to having
her live with us. But... especially with Sy having
been in New York... we've decided that, after the wedding,
we'd like to quarantine ourselves for a couple of
weeks. I know Violeta can't get it. But if
either of us do... Dealing with your new spouse being
sick is... well, it would be a lot without... well..."
"Without having an emotional, very sensitive, very energetic
angel stuck with you?" Andrew offered.
Giggling, Ivy nodded.
"JenniAnn and I already intended to have Violeta stay with
us for a while. I think two weeks is definitely
doable. And think of it this way: if not for the
virus, you'd be going on a honeymoon. And Violeta
wouldn't be tagging along. She'd have to make due
without you both for a while anyway."
"This is true..."
"I'll pray that neither of you get sick, Ivy. I think
a couple of weeks to yourselves is a great way to start a
marriage. Just keep in touch so we know you're both
okay. If you need anything... food, medication,
whatever... just text or call. I can drop it off in
the basement. Okay?"
"Okay."
"And... if it makes you feel any better... Violeta's already
planning to build a pillow fort in Belle's room with her and
Shelby. So... I think she's going to be just fine."
"That sounds so fun! I'm kinda sorry I'm gonna miss it
but..." Ivy's cheeks flushed.
Andrew smiled.
"I think this is going to be a beautiful time for you and Sy
in spite of everything going on. But now... I better
get back over to Willowveil so JenniAnn and Violeta don't
worry any more than they already are."
"Okay, thank you." Ivy rose and hugged Andrew.
"And... I'll see you in a little while."
The angel beamed and nodded.
"Absolutely! I can't wait!"
With a final swig of his tea and a pat for Leo, Andrew
headed back to Willowveil.
*~*~*
While Andrew visited with Ivy, JenniAnn and Violeta had
moved to the kitchen to start coffee.
"JenniAnn?" Violeta called as she poured some creamer into
her cup.
"Hmm?"
"How... like how long did you and Andrew mean for me to stay
here?"
JenniAnn turned to study the angel.
"I don't know. We didn't really talk about it
timing-wise. How long do you want to stay?"
Violeta shrugged.
"I'm not sure... But, like, more than a few days..."
JenniAnn motioned for Violeta to sit down at the table then
filled her mug.
"Maybe... until the summer?" the angel suggested.
"That's fine. But why do you think you want to stay
here that long?"
Violeta shrugged.
"I dunno... I guess part of it is just wanting to give
Ivy and Sy their space. But more of it... I...
I'm not like Andrew. This... it's new to me. And
weird. And scary."
JenniAnn sat beside Violeta and stroked her back.
"Do you think maybe you should go Home for a while?
After the wedding, I mean?"
"No!" Violeta exclaimed. She blushed. "I mean...
I always want to be Home in some way. But I want to
finish the semester, even if it has to be remotely.
And I... I want to be with you. And with Andrew and
Shel and Belle and Avi and..."
JenniAnn thought she saw the young angel's lip quiver.
"What is it, honey?"
"Do you... think your parents will care? About my
being here, I mean?"
"Aww, Violeta..." JenniAnn hugged her. "First of
all, it wouldn't matter even if they did. This is
Andrew's and my house and we want you here. But no...
I don't think they'll care. You know that they're
sorry about how they acted when I was in the hospital."
"Yeah, I know... It's just... I dunno. I
just don't seem to make as much sense as Belle and Avi or
even Shelby and Max."
"How do you mean?"
"I mean... you and Andrew adopted Belle, Avi, and Max.
And Shelby, too, basically. But... I'm not really your
kid. I'm not even human."
JenniAnn's eyes filled when Violeta clasped the butterfly
necklace she'd given her.
"Violeta, honey, listen to me... We don't need a piece
of paper to be family. No, you're not my
daughter. But you're my baby. And you always,
always will be. Nothing my parents or anyone say or do
can change that. Ever. You are literally a part
of me and a part of Andrew. Remember what Joshua said:
our longing, our compassion, our love... they went into
making you, our Violeta, the answer to our prayers."
"Yeah... he did say that," Violeta recalled, smiling through
her tears.
"And I loved you even before I knew that. Even when
you were all... proper and stuffy." JenniAnn grinned
and cupped Violeta's chin.
Laughing, the angel nodded.
"So weird..."
"Yeah... But maybe you came by that honestly.
When things first started up with Dyeland, I was kinda
stuffy, too. I used to wear princess dresses.
All. The. Time. I took it really
seriously. But it was just because I was so young and
wanted people to think I was mature."
"Me too!"
"And now here we are... the people we were meant to
be. And that's beautiful."
"Yeah..." Violeta hugged JenniAnn. "I feel
better now."
"Good!"
"So... how's this gonna work with the wedding? I
mean... I'm Ivy's maid of honor! Do I have to stand
six feet away from her? Can... can I hug her?" the
angel questioned.
"Yes. Since you can't catch it, you can do whatever
you want. Just shower first thing once you get back
here. I'm not even really sure that's
necessary... Just washing your hands may very well be
enough. But I think Andrew would feel better if..."
Violeta nodded.
"I... I think this is gonna be really hard on him. I
mean... he's seen so many pandemics. He knows how...
how this could go very, very badly."
JenniAnn's eyes welled and she squeezed Violeta's hand.
"Yeah... he does. But he also knows that, even though
there was great, great loss, humans have survived every
time. And we will this time, too."
"Yeah..."
"And today... today we have a wedding to celebrate.
And it's gonna be beautiful. So let's focus on that,
okay?"
Violeta beamed at JenniAnn and nodded.
"Okay!" she cheered.
JenniAnn smiled, relieved that she'd been able to soothe the
young angel's fears and worries so she could be truly
present for one of the most important days in her best
friend's life.
*~*~*
Shortly before 11 AM, Andrew greeted the Wilsons at the
portal.
"Hey everyone! So glad you could come!"
Zeke smiled and moved in for a hug then froze.
"It's okay," Andrew encouraged. "Even if one of you
has it, I can't catch it. And I'll shower and
everything before I get close to my family so..."
The two men shared a warm embrace. Sy, Diana, Hailey,
Kendra, and Manny claimed their own hugs from Andrew.
"How's Ivy doing?" Sy questioned.
Andrew dragged a hand through his hair.
"She's pretty upset about Doreen and Mark missing the
wedding. But... she's also feeling very blessed to be
marrying you, Sy, and marrying into your family."
The young man beamed.
"And I know it was a great weight off of her shoulders that
you agreed to walk her down the aisle, Zeke, and that you
girls didn't object."
"Of course we wouldn't!" Hailey insisted. "She's our
sister. Of course Dad should walk her down the aisle!"
"Still not convinced about her choice of groom but..."
Kendra playfully eyed her brother then, when her facade
began to crack, she wrapped her arms around him.
"I love you, Kendra," Sy murmured.
"Love you, too..."
Diana rubbed her youngest daughter's back as she released
Sy.
"And my best man!" Sy scooped up his six-year-old
brother.
Diana snapped a photo of her two boys.
"So handsome..." she murmured, her tone wistful.
"Thanks, Mom," the two replied in unison.
"So who all is going to be in attendance?" Diana asked.
"Us, Violeta, of course, JenniAnn and Shelby will be
sticking to one corner of the church, Kemara and Sean and
the twins will be in another corner. And then we've
asked Marty to sit where Doreen and Mark were going
to. He'll record the ceremony so they'll be able to
watch it," Andrew explained.
"That's an excellent plan!" Zeke cheered. "I'm sure
that'll mean so much to them."
"And to Ivy," Sy added.
Andrew nodded then turned to Hailey.
"You brought the music?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Awesome!"
"Andrew... the other thing... Did it work out?" Sy
asked nervously.
"It did!" Andrew replied, excitement in his voice.
"Thank God!" Sy cheered.
"The other thing?" Hailey questioned.
"Archbishop Tony is going to be joining us...
virtually. I'm still performing the ceremony but that
way he can say he co-celebrated it and the wedding will be
recognized by the Catholic Church. It came together
perfectly." Andrew smiled up at the heavens.
"How wonderful!" Diana praised, also peering at the
gorgeous, cloudless sky. "I figured that was weighing
on Ivy with wanting to write books about Catholicism.
People can be so harsh."
"Sy's already proving to be a good husband." Andrew
clapped him on the back. "He's the one who thought of
it."
"I just... She didn't say anything but I knew it was
important to her."
"Ya did good, son," Zeke hugged his boy then turned to
Andrew. "And so..."
"So... let's head to the chapel and get this guy
married!" Andrew grinned at Sy then waved the group in
that direction.
Only Zeke diverged from their course, going to wait outside
of Serendipity for the bride.
*~*~*
At 11 AM, while standing in front of the altar with Sy,
Manny, and a stand on which Archbishop Tony peered out from
a tablet, Andrew checked his pocket watch. Upon
looking up from it, the chapel door opened and Violeta
smiled and waved.
At her cue, Hailey pressed play on her phone and Brandon
Heath's "Love Never Fails" began to play from the speakers
she had strategically placed.
"'Love is not proud.
Love
does not boast.
Love
after all,
matters
the most.'"
Beaming, Violeta started down the aisle.
"'Love does not run.
Love
does not hide.
Love
does not keep
locked
inside.
Love
is the river that flows through.
Love
never fails you.'"
Sy's eyes filled as Ivy and Zeke came into view and started
down the aisle.
"'Love will sustain.
Love
will provide.
Love
will not cease
at
the end of time.
Love
will protect.
Love
always hopes.
Love
still believes
when
you don't.'"
When they reached the end of the aisle, Zeke turned to Ivy
and carefully smoothed her veil before kissing her forehead.
"I love you, baby girl," Zeke whispered.
"I... I love you, too... Dad." Tearfully, Ivy hugged
her beaming father-in-law then took a final step towards Sy.
Eagerly, Sy took his bride's hands.
"Thank you for coming," he greeted.
Giggling, Ivy nodded.
"Thank you for being here."
"You look so beautiful, Ivy."
"And you look so hot." Ivy's cheeks burned and she
cast a furtive glance at the archbishop who broke into
laughter. "I meant handsome!"
The group chuckled as Sy embraced Ivy, trying to keep his
own mirth under control.
"Thank you," he replied. "And you also look hot."
Ivy giggled when he winked at her, putting her at ease.
"'Love is the arms that are holding you.
Love
never fails you.
When
my heart won't make a sound,
when
I can't turn back around,
when
the sky is falling down...
Nothing
is greater than this...
Greater
than this...'"
After the song, and after everyone had regained their
composure, Andrew spoke.
"Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today to witness the
union of Ivy Lee and Silas Wilson, beloved children of God
the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit.
Please pray with me. Be attentive to our prayers, o
Lord, and in your kindness pour out your grace on these your
servants, Ivy and Sy, that, coming together before your
altar, they may be confirmed in love for one another.
Through Joshua our Lord.'"
"Amen."
"And now I ask the groom's mother, Diana, to lead us in our
first reading," Andrew introduced.
Remaining where she was, Diana stood and began to recite.
"'A reading from the Song of Songs, chapter 8, verses 6 and
7. 'Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal
on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy
unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire,
like a mighty flame. Many waters cannot quench love;
rivers cannot wash it away.' The Word of the Lord.'"
"Thanks be to God."
"And now, Kemara and Sean will lead us in the responsorial
psalm," Andrew directed.
Together, the McCallums read together.
"'I will bless the Lord at all times; praise of him is
always in my mouth. In the Lord my soul shall makes
its boast; the humble shall hear and be glad.'"
"'I will bless the Lord at all times,'" the congregants
replied.
"'Glorify the Lord with me, together let us praise his
name. I sought the Lord, and he answered me, from all
my terrors he set me free.'"
"'I will bless the Lord at all times.'"
"'Look toward him and be radiant; let your faces not be
abashed. This lowly one called; the Lord heard, and
rescued them from all their distress.'"
"'I will bless the Lord at all times.'"
"'The angel of the Lord is encamped around those who fear
him, to rescue them. Taste and see that the Lord is
good. Blessed the one who seeks refuge in him.'"
"'I will bless the Lord at all times,'" they concluded
together.
Andrew smiled at Kendra.
"And now, the second reading."
Kendra beamed at her brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law.
"I'm really honored that you asked me to do this reading
but... I thought it might be better if someone else read
it."
Kendra held up her phone.
Ivy's eyes filled as she heard her grandmother's voice.
"A reading from the first Letter of Saint Paul to the
Corinthians chapter 12, verse 31 through chapter 13, verse
8a. 'Brothers and sisters: Strive eagerly for the
greatest spiritual gifts. But I shall show you a still
more excellent way. If I speak in human and angelic
tongues but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a
clashing cymbal. And if I have the gift of prophecy
and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have
all faith so as to move mountains, but do not have love, I
am nothing. If I give away everything I own, and if I
hand my body over so that I may boast but do not have love,
I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind.
It is not jealous, is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is
not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not
quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not
rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth.
It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things,
endures all things. Love never fails.' The word
of the Lord."
Ivy rested her head on Sy's shoulder as Doreen stopped
speaking.
"Thanks be to God."
Zeke rose to lead the Alleluia.
"'Whoever remains in love, remains in God and God in them.'"
"Alleluia."
"'Whoever remains in love,
remains in God and God in them.'"
"Alleluia."
"'Whoever
remains in love, remains in God and God in them.'"
"Alleluia."
Archbishop Tony smiled and began to proclaim the Gospel.
"A reading from the holy Gospel according to Mark
10:6-9. "Jesus said: 'From the beginning of
creation, God made them male and female. For this
reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be
joined to his wife, and the two shall become one
flesh. So they are no longer two but one
flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, no
human being must separate.' The Gospel of the
Lord."
"Praise to you, Lord Joshua," Ivy, Sy, and their guests
responded.
While the others sat down, Andrew alone remained
standing and spoke.
"Ivy and Sy, I'm so glad we're able to gather here today
to celebrate your love and the beginning of your
marriage... a marriage that I'm sure will be filled with
blessings. I know this isn't the celebration that
you had in mind but I think your willingness to come
here today demonstrates so many qualities that make for
a good and lasting love: perseverance, adaptability,
courage, and faith. You're starting a new life
together at a very uncertain time... a time when many
are afraid, angry, and anxious. But you've chosen
to begin this time by coming together in love, in hope,
in faith. I know Joshua is so proud of you
both! We're all so proud of you! And we feel
so blessed to have been able to witness first the
friendship and then the romance that sprang up between
the two of you. It seems like only yesterday you
were both teenagers... good kids with good hearts.
But now you've blossomed into even more wonderful young
adults... both studying to make the world a better
place, a place more cognizant of the immense love of God
and His care for each and every one of us. I know
I speak for everyone here when I say I'm so excited to
see what the future brings because, despite current
uncertainties, I know that we have a lot to look forward
to in seeing how you bring your gifts out into the
world... together, with God at your side."
Ivy and Sy beamed as their gathered friends and family
gave their assent.
"And, now, let's all stand and get these two great kids
married!" Andrew directed.
Once everyone was standing and the bride and
groom were facing each other, hands clasped, the angel
proceeded.
"Ivy and Sy, Joshua abundantly blesses the love that binds
you. Through a special Sacrament, he enriches and
strengthens those he has already consecrated by Holy
Baptism, that they may be faithful to each other forever and
assume all the responsibilities of married life. And
so, in the presence of the Church, I ask you to state your
intentions. Ivy and Sy, have you come here to enter
into Marriage without coercion, freely and wholeheartedly?'"
"I have," the couple replied, peering into each other's
eyes.
"'Are you prepared, as you follow the path of Marriage, to
love and honor each other for as long as you both shall
live?'"
"'I am.'"
"'Are you prepared to accept children lovingly from God and
to bring them up according to the law of Joshua and his
Church?'"
"I am."
Andrew smiled when the two grinned at each other then he
turned to the tablet.
"Can you hear me?" the archbishop questioned.
"We can hear you," Andrew assured.
"Wonderful!" Tony beamed. "Ivy and Sy, since it is your
intention to enter the covenant of Holy Matrimony, declare
your consent before God and his Church. Sy..."
"'I, Sy, take you, Ivy, to be my wife. I promise to be
faithful to you, in good times... and in bad, in... in
sickness and in health, to love you and to honor you all the
days of my life... and beyond,'" Sy vowed.
Touched by the addition of the final two words, Ivy's voice
trembled with emotion as she responded.
"'I, Ivy, take you, Sy, to be my... my husband. I promise to
be faithful to you, in good times and... and in... in bad,
in sick... in sickness and in health, to love you and to...
to honor you all the days of my life... and beyond.'"
"Wonderful! And now, Andrew, will you please help me
in blessing the rings?" the archbishop requested.
"Absolutely."
Smiling proudly, Manny held up a small pillow on which the
rings rested.
As Andrew sprinkled them with holy water, Tony spoke.
"'Bless and sanctify your servants in their love, O Lord,
and let these rings, a sign of their faithfulness, remind
them of their love for one another. Through Joshua our
Lord.'"
"Amen!" the congregants responded.
Andrew handed Sy Ivy's ring.
"Ivy, receive this ring as a sign of my love and
fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit," Sy intoned solemnly as he gently
slid the ring onto Ivy's finger.
"Sy, receive this ring as a sign
of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father,
and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit," Ivy repeated as
she placed Sy's ring on his finger.
When they were done, the couple peered at each other and
exchanged giddy giggles.
Andrew let the moment linger, not yet wanting to shift the
mood. It was only when Sy turned and nodded at him
that he continued.
"At this point in the service, the presider would read
some intercessions written by the couple. In this
case, Sy has requested to read them on behalf of himself
and Ivy. Sy..."
Ivy and Sy turned to face those in the pews. Eyes
misty, Ivy rested her head on Sy's shoulder as he spoke.
"For the needs of the world as we face this pandemic, we
pray to the Lord."
"Lord, hear our prayer."
"For medical professionals, essential workers, and others
on the front lines, we pray to the Lord."
"Lord, hear our prayer."
"For the universal Christian Church, that we may be a
beacon of hope and love to those struggling, we pray to
the Lord."
"Lord, hear our prayer."
"For... for our friends and family... those here and
those... not... may we stay safe and healthy, we pray to
the Lord."
"Lord, hear our prayer."
"For those who are sick... for those who are grieving...
may they find healing in God's grace and love, we pray to
the Lord."
"Lord, hear our prayer."
Sy wrapped an arm around Ivy's waist as she began to cry.
Andrew brushed at the tears in his own eyes then peered at
Zeke who rose and began to sing.
"'Our Father, which art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy
name. Our Father, which art in Heaven, hallowed be
Thy name.'"
Recognizing the familiar Michael W. Smith arrangement, the
rest of the congregants joined in.
"'Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done, on Earth as it is in
Heaven...'"
Two minutes into the song, Ivy gasped and pointed to one
of the chapel windows.
Beaming, the group continued to sing as a white dove
looked on.
"'Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our
debts, as we forgive our debtors.'"
As Sy brushed away his wife's tears, Ivy smiled.
"'And lead us not into temptation. But deliver us...
deliver us from evil.'"
"He will..." Sy cooed as he cradled Ivy against him.
"'For Thine is the Kingdom, and all the power and the
glory forever. Amen...'"
"Yes... He will," Ivy murmured, closing her eyes for
just a moment. She could see Joshua and her
mother... proudly and lovingly smiling at her.
"'Our Father, which art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy
name. Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth
as it is in Heaven.'"
When the song had ended, Ivy and Sy knelt in front of
Andrew who held his hands above them as Archbishop Tony
gave a blessing.
"'Now let us humbly invoke God’s blessing upon this bride
and groom, that in his kindness he may favor with his help
those on whom he has bestowed the Sacrament of
Matrimony.'"
"Amen!" Ivy's and Sy's guests cried.
Andrew continued the blessing.
"'May the Lord Joshua, who graced the marriage at Cana by
his presence, bless you and your loved ones.'"
"Amen!"
"'May he, who loved the Church to the end, unceasingly
pour his love into your hearts.'"
"Amen!"
"'May the Lord grant that, bearing witness to faith in his
Resurrection, you may await with joy the blessed hope to
come.'"
"Amen!"
Andrew smiled out at those gathered.
"'And may almighty God bless all of you who are gathered
here... and those with us in spirit... the Father, and the
Son, and the Holy Spirit.'"
"Amen!"
Andrew helped the couple to their feet and, grinning,
spoke the words they had been waiting for.
"And, finally... dear Ivy and Sy... you may now kiss!"
Amidst cheers... Violeta's being almost unbearably loud...
the couple exchanged their first wedded kiss.
With help from Hailey, the voice of John Legend echoed
through the chapel.
"'I don't wanna
think about nothing...
Just watching you dancing.
Feel like the beginning of
something.
In the end, in the end,
all I wanna do is just fall in.
I don't wanna think about
nothing.
Everybody got so much to say.
Every time we push it away.
Every day, a new reason to
stay.'"
Radiating with joy, Ivy and Sy made their way down the
aisle and walked into the sunshine and their new life
together.
"'Cause we got a
bigger love,
won't ever give it up.
We got a one-way ticket love.
We ain't going no place but up.
Nothing can stop this.
No one can top us.
We got a bigger love...'"
*~*~*
Later that afternoon, Andrew, JenniAnn, and their
household gathered in the ballroom. They watched
through the windows as Ivy and Sy bid the rest of the
Wilsons good bye.
"I... I can't imagine being separated from... from you and
Andrew," Violeta bleated as JenniAnn gently brushed her
freshly washed hair. "Or any of you." She
glanced at her siblings. "Especially not knowing for
how long..."
"I know, honey... I can't imagine it, either."
"It's hard enough thinking about not seeing Ivy in person
for two weeks... and that's hopefully just gonna be two
weeks. I really, really hope no one got sick today."
In spite of his own concerns, Andrew was resolved not to
let his protege get bogged down with worries.
"I doubt it, Violeta. Everyone checked their temps
and kept their distance."
"And having two weeks just to themselves right at the
start of their marriage could be a really, really good
thing for Ivy and Sy," Rose suggested. "I mean...
the circumstances behind it... they're not good.
But... that sort of quality one-on-one time is...
priceless."
Max smiled to himself, unable to remember the last time he
and Rose had had more than a few minutes alone and not
exhausted... the squirming toddler in his arms being
something of an attention hog.
"It is..." JenniAnn agreed, wistful.
Andrew smiled as he stood near a window, swaying with
Avi. Alone time was something he and JenniAnn often
struggled to find.
"They gonna have babies now?" Belle questioned.
JenniAnn laughed.
"Give them a little time, sweetie! Firstly, babies
don't show up instantly. It takes nine months to
make a baby. And sometimes people wait before having
babies."
"How long is nine months?"
"You know how long it is from one of your birthdays to
your next birthday?" Shelby asked.
"Long time..."
"Well, not quite that much time... but close."
"Oh..." Belle pouted.
"You still have Avi, Belle. And Landon's going to be
here now, too," Rose pointed out. "And Evie is
coming. Lots of babies!"
"But they're big babies! I want a little baby!"
Belle protested.
"Sweetie, that's just how it works. Little babies
don't stay little for very long. Come here, little
elf." JenniAnn handed Violeta her brush then scooped
Belle up into her arms and cradled her. "I can
remember when you were so little that when I held you like
this, your little toes came just to my hand. And now
look. Your toes stretch clear past Mama's arm."
Belle snuggled against JenniAnn's chest.
"I'm still your baby, Mama..."
"Yes, you are, sweet Belle. And Avi is still your
baby brother."
Andrew, tears welling, felt like his heart was going to
swell right out of his chest.
After exchanging kisses with JenniAnn, Belle ambled
towards her father.
"Can I hold Avi, Daddy?"
"I think he'd like that," Andrew agreed.
Avi grinned and gurgled when he was sat on a couch with
his big sister.
With both their arms unburdened, JenniAnn and Andrew
returned to the windows.
"Oh Diana..." JenniAnn murmured as she saw the woman sob
while clinging to her son.
Andrew pulled JenniAnn close and kissed her hair.
"I... I'm so glad we have all of our kids with us," she
continued.
"Me too, Laja... Me too..."
JenniAnn closed her eyes against the sight of the
distraught Wilsons and buried her face in Andrew's chest.
Swaying as he held her, Andrew closed his own eyes and
prayed for the wisdom to help his family and friends
through the difficult days... weeks... and months ahead.
*~*~*
The "In-Laws"
Sunday, March 15th, 2020
On Sunday evening, Andrew and Max found themselves once
again in the Chandler residence, this time helping the
couple pack up and move.
"Are we supposed to take those boxes?" Max asked as he
stood in his mother's old room.
"Allison said we can take them now... or wait.
They're some of JenniAnn's old clothes. Allison
thought going through them might give Shel and Violeta
something to do."
"I'll take them. That's not a bad idea... especially
for Violeta. She's been a little moody today."
"A lot moody," Andrew corrected with a smile.
"We have to make sure to take these groceries or they'll
go bad!" Allison directed as she set down overflowing
bags. "Can you store all this, Andrew?"
"Should be fine. We have a large fridge and freezer
in the basement that we use during the holidays. I
plugged them both in on Friday."
"Wonderful! So prepared!"
Max chuckled as the woman patted Andrew on the cheek.
"I think they sometimes forget you're older than them," he
whispered once Allison was gone.
Andrew shrugged.
"I'd rather that than them fixating on the fact that their
daughter is with someone who is older than the pyramids."
"Point taken... Okay, I'm going through with the
first batch," Max announced as he grabbed a box and headed
into the closet portal.
Back and forth Andrew and Max went from JenniAnn's bedroom
to the gazebo in Dyeland... five times with arms
laden. Finally, only Robert, Allison, and their
suitcases remained... and JenniAnn's new "siblings": rat
terrier chihuahua mixes named Bert and Delilah.
"Andrew, please keep a tight hold on their leashes,"
Allison requested. "We don't want a repeat of last
time when Delilah ran full speed into the woods once she
was through the portal."
"I will. Because no... we definitely don't want
that..." Andrew cringed at the memory of the three
hours they'd spent searching for the dog during a visit
that January.
"He's not an idiot, Allison," Robert muttered.
"I know that! I'm just saying!" Allison shouted
back.
Max shot Andrew a concerned look but the angel only
shrugged.
"Emotions are running high," he whispered.
"Yeah..."
"All right... So everything's locked up here?"
Andrew checked.
"Yep," Robert confirmed. "And we have some lights
set on a timer. The neighbors have our numbers just
in case."
"Great! So... here we go." Andrew waved the
others into the closet. Once they'd disappeared, he
took a deep, calming breath then stepped through the
portal with Bert and Delilah yapping away.
*~*~*
That evening, the expanded Willowveil household gathered
in the ballroom for a pizza party. Sitting together
in a corner, Andrew and JenniAnn exchanged smiles as they
took in the scene.
Mallory and Evie were sitting with Marty and Takoda who
were very amused by the one-year-old's fascination with
the gobs of cheese and vegetables she'd been given.
Robert and Allison were enjoying their own pizza and
breadsticks whilst doting on Avi.
Max and Rose were cautiously watching Landon who was
determined to befriend both the eager Delilah and the
stand-offish Bert.
Violeta and Shelby, already decked out in JenniAnn's
cast-offs, were chatting with Belle whose hair was covered
with her mother's old butterfly clips.
"Your old stuff was a big hit," Andrew mused in between
bites of pizza.
"Apparently! I'm a little worried Belle's going to
develop a headache, though. That's more butterflies
than I ever wore!"
Andrew smiled.
"I remember when you used to wear them."
JenniAnn grinned.
"Is it weird for you... seeing your daughters in my
stuff?"
"A little bit. Sometimes it weirds me out that
Shelby is almost the same age you were when we met.
She doesn't seem nearly old enough to be meeting someone
she'd spend the rest of her life with."
Laughing, JenniAnn clasped Andrew's hand.
"Don't be so dramatic. It's not like we met when I
was seventeen and, BOOM!, we were inseparable."
"This is true..."
"But it does seem like I was set on a path at seventeen
that would lead to us... to this..." JenniAnn waved
around the room. "But I like that. I wouldn't
change a thing. Well, I mean... I'd rather
right now not involve a pandemic but..." She
sighed. "God can bring good out of anything... and
will."
Andrew caught her glance over at Max and Rose.
Knowing exactly what she was thinking, he laughed.
"Laja... Belle is truly her mother's child."
"Well! I don't want them to feel any pressure but...
I miss the tiny babies, too. And people are
predicting a baby bump given people are locked up..."
Though he continued to smile, Andrew bowed his head.
"Do you still ever..."
"Wish we could have a baby?" JenniAnn finished.
"Love... Five is way more kids than I ever, ever
thought I would have. And, no, the way we had kids
isn't the way I grew up thinking I'd have kids. But
it's just as beautiful. I'm happy with our
five. I'm content with our five. Are you?"
Andrew gave a vigorous nod.
"Very happy... very content... beyond what I ever
imagined."
"Good. And, besides, I'm getting very close to the
big 4-0. Total respect to those having babies at
that stage in their life but... not for me. I
mean... I think of the difference in my energy level from
when Shelby was little and then to when we adopted
Belle... and now with Avi."
"Laja! You're doing just fine!"
"Oh, I know. But admit it... it was really, really
hard when he was still wanting to be fed during the
night."
"This is true... But it's really not fair to you to
compare Belle's and Avi's babyhoods. For one, we
took turns with Belle's nighttime feedings. With
Avi... well, that's all on you. And... well... your
body went through a very significant trauma in between the
two." Andrew let out a shuddering sigh.
"Yes... That's true." JenniAnn stroked the
angel's back. "In any case, I'm perfectly happy for
Avi to be our last baby... but it won't make me stop
wanting another grandbaby... or several.
Eventually."
Chuckling, Andrew wrapped an arm around JenniAnn and
kissed her hair.
"Me neither."
"That being said... I'm not gonna say a word of it to Rose
and Max. Speaking of..." JenniAnn waved to Max
who was approaching, looking slightly vexed.
"Hey, Max. Have a seat," Andrew invited.
"Everything all right?"
"Hmm?"
"You look a little... concerned." JenniAnn patted
him on the back. "Delilah and Bert aren't causing
trouble are they?"
"Oh no! I mean... I don't think Bert is
thrilled with Landon's attention but he hasn't snapped or
anything. He did seem placated when Landon gave him
part of a breadstick. Rose and I didn't catch him in
time. I hope your parents..."
"Trust me. This isn't the first time Bert's gotten
people food. Look at him."
Max glanced over at the little dog and chuckled. He
did have something of a pot belly.
"True. I'm surprised Fawn and Ichabod are being so
lowkey."
JenniAnn reached below the table and stroked Fawn who was
hiding.
"They're fine. Fawn just needs some time to
adjust. Ichabod completely accepts that she's the
alpha. Bert... not so much."
"And Ichabod..." Andrew pointed to his dog who was
sprawled in front of the three girls. "Ichabod is
just lazy."
"Lazy and content. Good combo. Anyway... I
guess I was just looking around the room and... this is a
lot of people. A lot of people to keep fed...
A lot of toilet paper... A lot of tissues... I
hope you know that Rose and I fully intend to pitch in...
and no arguments about that. And I hope we're not
the only ones. I don't... I don't want to think that
all of us being here is going to be a strain on you both."
"Aww!" JenniAnn hugged her son. "Such a good
boy."
"Thanks, Max. We appreciate that. Robert and
Allison have made it clear that they intend to do the
same. So we'll be fine."
"Okay... I just... I don't want you to feel
stressed... I mean not any more than we all are... or put
out or..."
Andrew clapped the younger man on the back.
"We don't, Max. Truly. I'm actually really
looking forward to having everyone together, under one
roof. It'll be fun."
Max responded with a smile.
"Yeah... It will. Okay, well, I'm gonna get
back to Rose and Landon. Thanks for the pizza!"
"You bet!" JenniAnn smiled after him as he left then
turned her attention back to Andrew. "So
sweet... We... we are okay, right?
Financially, I mean? Even if your carpentry orders
start to dry up?"
Andrew nodded.
"We are. We didn't go on a vacation last year
because of Avi. And... well, I don't foresee us
going on vacation this year."
"No... probably not."
"So we saved a few thousand because of that. And I
do foresee my orders declining... but not by a huge
margin. With people spending more time at home, they
might be more apt to get around to the redecorating
projects they keep putting off."
"True... If they can afford it..."
Andrew sighed and dragged a hand through his hair.
"Yeah... Although the people apt to order
custom-made furniture are probably going to be fine.
Everyone else... I need to figure out a way to give
back. I'm not sure what needs carpentry can fill."
JenniAnn let out a shaky breath and peered out the
window.
"Laja?"
"You know, love. You just don't want to think it,"
she murmured.
"But I don't..." Andrew cut himself off when his
mind suddenly filled with images... the mass graves with a
flood of plain, pine boxes that so often accompanied
pandemics.
Disregarding her parents who were a few feet away,
JenniAnn settled onto Andrew's right knee and wrapped her
arms around him.
"I... I will do that. If it's needed," he
promised.
"I know." JenniAnn kissed his cheek.
Andrew heaved a sigh and prayed it wouldn't come to that.
*~*~*
Monday,
March 30th, 2020
Andrew smiled and looked away from his Kindle when he
heard JenniAnn sigh, announcing she was awake.
"G'morning," he greeted, bending down to kiss her.
"Morning..."
"Today's the big day..." Andrew tantalized.
JenniAnn rubbed at her eyes then smiled.
"Ivy and Sy and Raquel and Nico and Kemara and the kids
are coming for breakfast because it's been two weeks and
no one's gotten sick!" she cheered.
"Yup!"
"And... we've survived two weeks living with my parents."
Andrew chuckled.
"We have..."
"And... best of all... no one else has gotten sick."
"Thank God," Andrew murmured.
"Yes... thank God."
JenniAnn glanced at the Kindle still in Andrew's lap.
"And... the news?" she prompted.
"Mixed bag. The president extended distancing
guidelines which is good. More medical supplies are
arriving from China. Also good. And they think
people were saved from the tornado in Arkansas because so
many businesses were closed and people weren't out and
about."
"Hmm... Hadn't thought of that. But
good! And... the bad?"
"A couple of medical experts predicted that if significant
changes aren't made... 200,000 people could die in
the States." Andrew clasped JenniAnn's right hand in
both of his. "But... changes are being made."
JenniAnn's face clouded.
"By some. Others still think this is a hoax.
So they're not going to change. And people will die
because of it. Because of them."
"And the only thing we can control is how we react,
Laja. And we're doing that. And praying."
"Yeah..."
Andrew snuggled JenniAnn for a few moments until she let
out a deep breath.
"I spose we better get up. Lotsa food to get ready,"
she observed.
"Yeah."
"I just..."
"Hmm?"
"I feel... guilty, I guess. Most people aren't able
to gather because most people aren't sequestered in a
totally different world," JenniAnn confessed. "Even
most of our friends... Emma and Peter can't get
together with friends for brunch. Zeke and Diana
can't even see their son and daughter-in-law... but we
can. And Kemara and Sean can't even be together and
yet here we are..."
"It does feel unfair," Andrew admitted. "But none of
this was ever going to be fair, Laja. Some people
are living alone and hating that. Some people are
stuck in their houses with a dozen family members and
hating that. Others in the same situations are
actually enjoying it. But nobody's life is made
better by you not embracing whatever chance at happiness
you have. If we told Ivy and Sy to stay home, that
doesn't mean Zeke and Diana can visit. If they were
all living in Manhattan but in different places, they
still couldn't visit. And what the McCallums are
going through... It's heartbreaking. But we
can't change it. What we can do is give Kemara and
the kids a good meal that she doesn't have to prepare and
maybe a little distraction."
"Yeah... That's all true." JenniAnn kissed
Andrew's brow. "I'm glad I have you to keep me
sane."
Andrew chuckled.
"You're perfectly sane, Laja. You just think a
lot. And that's a good thing. Because a lot of
that time... you're thinking about other people."
JenniAnn responded by nuzzling Andrew's shoulder.
"Right now there's one particular person I'd like to think
about... right here... but... I have to go make breakfast
with him."
"Well... Maybe he can work on wearing the kids out
today so you can retire early with him and resume...
thinking," Andrew teased as he played with a strap on
JenniAnn's nightgown.
Giggling, JenniAnn nodded.
"Sounds like a plan..."
Smiling, Andrew planted a kiss on her shoulder then,
reluctantly, rose from the bed so they could begin their
preparations.
*~*~*
Later that morning, the Willowveil ballroom's hustle and
bustle was drowned out by one high-pitched shriek.
Violeta leaped from the chair she'd been sitting in,
ignored its crash to the floor, and flew towards the
entryway.
Chuckling, Sy moved behind his wife, ready to steady her
as Violeta pounced.
"Ivy!!!" Violeta shouted as she embraced her friend and
roommate.
"Violeta!!!" Ivy responded, wrapping her arms around the
angel.
"I... I missed you so much. It just wasn't the same
seeing you on Zoom! You look..." Violeta
stepped back and examined Ivy. "Radiant..."
She peered over Ivy's shoulder at Sy. "You look
good, too."
Sy chuckled at the noticeably decreased emotion in his
greeting.
"Thank you, Violeta. I think I'm just gonna go over
there and give you two some privacy..."
"Thank you, Sy." Ivy squeezed his hand as he passed
the two then returned her full attention to Violeta.
Andrew and JenniAnn looked on, amused and moved, as the
two young women stood together, their foreheads touching
as they caught up.
"Good morning, Sy!" the angel of death greeted.
"Looking good! Married life is treating you well."
Sy grinned.
"Yes, thanks. Very well! But it's so nice to
be here with all of you. I'm really glad that no one
got sick after the wedding. Really glad..."
"Me too." JenniAnn gently patted his arm. "How
are you doing with... everything else?" She waved
for Sy to take a seat then poured a cup of coffee for him.
"Thank you. And... ya know." Sy
shrugged. "Doing as good as we all are, I
guess. Nightly calls with my family help.
Morning check-ins with Mark and Doreen, too."
"Mark's still doing okay?" Andrew checked.
"Oh yeah. Back to 100%. I'm so glad it was
just the flu. The reports coming out about how it
can go..." Sy's eyes welled and he shook his
head. "Thank God it wasn't COVID."
"Yes... thank God," JenniAnn murmured.
Sy peered around the room, smiling and waving at the
others.
"Are Kemara and the kids not here yet?" he asked.
Andrew frowned.
"On their way. Marty left to help Kemara with the
twins. They had a bit of a meltdown. They
thought their daddy was going to be here and when Kemara
told them he was still at work..."
Sy shook his head.
"This is all hard enough to understand as an adult.
But as a kid... I feel for them. How are your
kids doing?"
"Pretty well," JenniAnn answered. "I mean... they
have more people around them than they're used to.
And now Nico and Raquel are able to visit. So that's
a win for them. Belle just gets really upset when we
have classes and she sees her Appa Vincent. She
doesn't quite understand why she can't go see him and Amma
Catherine."
"The Tunnels have stayed COVID-free though, right?
So maybe they can visit soon?" Sy suggested.
"Yeah. Portia wants to give it at least another
week... or maybe longer. Just to be
safe. And
even when it happens, she may still want us to keep
six feet's worth of distance which I understand. But
Belle may be a different story..."
Andrew looked over to where Belle was clinging to Raquel.
"Afraid so," he agreed then drew in and let out a deep
breath. He smiled at Sy. "How's life with
Leo?"
Sy laughed.
"Well... let's just say we have a very dramatic
relationship. He loves me during the day. And
I love him, of course. But, uh, he's not too crazy
about me being in the bed at night."
"He'll get used to it," JenniAnn assured. "Fawn was
the same way when Andrew moved in. But then she
ended up abandoning me for Belle anyway! Not that
I'm suggesting you and Ivy rush into parenthood just for
Leo's sake."
Still laughing, Sy shook his head.
"No plans to! I mean... if God sends us a baby...
we'd welcome that baby at any time. But... we'd like
a little time just the two of us first."
"Totally understandable!" Andrew affirmed.
Sy looked over to his wife and Violeta.
"I did want to ask you... Ivy mentioned that Violeta plans
to stay here all summer. I hope that's not because
she thinks I..."
"Oh no! No, no." JenniAnn shook her
head. "Violeta is just... well, I think she just
feels better here right now. She gets anxious
sometimes about the pandemic and... it's just better for
her to be here, I think. I'm sure she'll come visit
you now, though! The girls have just really settled
into a routine. They do their school work together
and then free reading time in their fort. Then,
weather permitting, they go for a nature walk after
lunch. On most afternoons we do crafts to send to
the Friends. Honestly, I think this has been a
really good time for them as sisters."
Andrew nodded in agreement.
"I think it's been good for Shelby, especially. I
mean they both love Belle, of course. But Shelby and
Violeta can discuss things that Belle doesn't understand
yet."
"I could see that. Well, they'd be welcome to visit
any time. Although I did wonder... I mean I thought
maybe we'd be expected to keep a six foot distance between
the households," Sy mused.
Andrew dragged a hand through his hair.
"To be honest... I initially wanted to. But since
there isn't a single case here... it seemed like it could
cause more distress than it could provide any actual
benefit. Even Portia agreed. The only reason
she's considering it for the Tunnel folks once they can
come is because they have a much, much higher population
of people over sixty. That's why Fr. Mike and his
parents aren't here. They're waiting a little
longer... just to be safe."
"Makes sense," Sy agreed.
"It's just all so crazy..." JenniAnn murmured. "To
be making decisions like this... And they're easy
decisions compared to some." She nodded towards the
windows through which they could see Kemara and Marty
approaching with the twins.
Andrew and JenniAnn rose to go greet their guests.
"Hello, McCallums! So good to see you!" Andrew
cheered as he held open the door for them. "How ya
doing, bud?" he asked Ian as he stepped inside.
The four-year-old shrugged.
"Sorry," Kemara whispered. "Not... not a good
morning."
JenniAnn hugged her warmly.
"No reason at all to apologize. I'm so glad you're
here."
"Thanks for inviting us... and for the grocery
deliveries." Kemara smiled through her tears.
"It does feel really good to get out of the house... and
not have to make breakfast."
"It's our pleasure!" Andrew assured. "Joy, how ya
doing, little lady?"
"Good," Joy responded with a smile while clinging to
Marty's right leg.
"I'm not sure she's going to let you go. You may
have to tell her to..."
Marty interrupted Kemara with a shake of his head.
"It's all right. I don't mind. And she'll move
on when she's ready."
"Thank you..."
Marty squeezed Kemara's hand.
"Of course. Think nothing of it. Ian, Joy,
should we go see what Andrew and JenniAnn have prepared
for this scrumptious breakfast?" he asked.
"Yeah," Ian agreed.
"Yeah," Joy echoed.
Andrew peeked into the ballroom.
"Looks like everyone's just waiting around. Can you
please tell them to dig in, Marty? We'll be right
in."
"Happily." Marty reached for Ian's hand. "All
right then... Off we go..."
Andrew, JenniAnn, and Kemara smiled as Marty slowly
entered the ballroom with Joy still wrapped around his
leg.
"How ya holdin' up?" JenniAnn asked, setting a hand on
Kemara's arm.
"Oh... you know... constant state of anxiety. But
Sean's reported he's feeling good. And he looks good
when we Zoom. The kids are very confused.
They... they don't understand why daddy's not coming home
from work. And I don't want to tell Ian that, at
least in part, it's because of his heart condition.
I don't want him to feel responsible. So I just keep
saying there are a lot of sick people daddy needs to help
and he needs to stay in New York to do it." Kemara
brushed at some tears. "I can't imagine this going
on for months..."
"I'm so sorry, Kemara. I wish there was some other
way..." Andrew patted her shoulder. "I really
do. I've been wracking my mind..."
"Even if Dyeland wasn't on lockdown, it wouldn't change
the fact that Ian's a vulnerable person, Andrew.
It's just too dangerous to have Sean come home right
now. I... I don't think there's anything you can
do." Kemara stepped forward and peeked into the
ballroom, smiling sadly at the twins who were ogling the
breakfast buffet. "It helps to be here,
though. Just to get their minds... and my mind... on
something else."
"Well, now that we're all in the clear, you can come over
whenever you want. Or if you just need a break, we
could take the kids for a while," JenniAnn offered.
"Thank you... I really appreciate that. And I
think it will help to be able to move around more.
And to go outside more now that the weather is
milder."
"I hope so. And if you need any help around the
house or in the yard... grass mowed, shower unclogged,
whatever... you know where I am," Andrew offered.
Kemara chuckled.
"That I do. Thank you, Andrew. But you may
live to regret that. Amazing what a couple of
four-year-olds can think to put down a drain."
Andrew laughed.
"Oh... I think I can imagine quite well. We
had loads of fun when Belle's Play Doh got dirty and she
tried to wash it in the bathroom sink."
"Not to mention the every day wear and tear of a household
filled with long-haired people," JenniAnn added.
"I see your point! Well... thank you... both of
you. Really."
"You bet. Now let's get in there and get some food!"
Andrew encouraged, waving for the ladies to go ahead of
him.
"I'm so excited to eat food I didn't make!" Kemara
enthused as the trio joined the others for good food and
even better company.
*~*~*
A couple of hours later, the group was still together
although they'd moved outside to enjoy the fresh air.
"Ivy and Sy look so happy!" Kemara mused, admiring the
young couple as they walked around with Violeta and
Shelby.
"It was a good thing Andrew did... getting them married,"
Raquel added.
JenniAnn smiled proudly.
"He's good at thinking about what needs to be done... and
then doing it."
"I wish your father showed that sort of initiative,"
Allison muttered under her breath.
JenniAnn's cheeks colored as she hoped neither Kemara nor
Raquel had heard that. When they gave no indication
they had, she simply gave her mother a curious look then
continued the conversation.
"Violeta's been so excited about getting to see Ivy
face-to-face again. And, I have to admit, I didn't
realize how much she thrived on being in classes until
they went remote. Actually, I'm not even sure it's
really the classes so much as the down-time in
between. Just sitting in a library study room or the
campus cafe... chatting, people-watching."
"I remember the days..." Kemara gave a wistful
sigh. "How's Shel doing being separated from Asher?"
"They talk a lot. So that's good. I can tell
she misses her big brother's hugs but... as much time as
she spends with Belle and Violeta, I can't imagine how it
would have worked had she stayed Below."
"Are they still sleeping in their pillow fort?"
JenniAnn laughed at Kemara's question and nodded.
"Unbelievably... yes. I thought the novelty would
have worn off by now but nope!"
"Oh... looks like she has something to tell you,
JenniAnn." Raquel pointed to where Violeta was
running towards them, Shelby not far behind.
"JenniAnn... JenniAnn... JenniAnn..."
Violeta plopped down and hugged the woman.
"Violeta... Violeta... Violeta..."
Giggling, Violeta pulled away.
"So... I've been texting with Miguel..."
"Miguel?" Allison queried.
Violeta nodded.
"He's a boy from Ivy's and my classes.
Anyway... He thought it would be fun to have a
discussion group totally unrelated to our classes.
Ya know, just to keep everyone feeling close."
"Good idea."
"Yep! He originally thought about a book club but...
we have to read so much as is. So he thought maybe
more like a movie club. Or a TV club. But not,
like, whole seasons long series. I mean... we still
have papers to write and stuff."
"Right..."
"So his first pick is... The Haunting of Hill
House. The mini-series. Not the
movie. I really, really wanna participate and watch,
too!"
"And I'd like to watch with her," Shelby added. "I
heard it was really good. Scary... but insightful
and moving. Really well-written."
"Yeah..." JenniAnn nodded. "I actually wanted
to watch it myself when it came out but..." She
glanced over at Andrew who was visiting with Max and
Rose.
"Please..." Violeta pleaded. "I'm almost twenty
three!"
JenniAnn stifled a laugh. Violeta had a very
convenient view of her own age. She stressed her
literal age when she wanted to be seen as grown-up but was
equally happy to point out that she'd only been in the
mortal realms for a few years when she wanted to be seen
as a child. And JenniAnn knew she'd fed into that
very view...
"Let me talk to Andrew. We can't very well ban you
from watching. But... I think it might be best
if Andrew and I watch it first."
Violeta bit her lip.
"But Miguel wants to have our Zoom visit about it not this
coming Saturday but the next!"
"Then I guess we'll have to binge it," JenniAnn
replied. "I'll go talk to him about it now.
Okay?"
"Kay!" Violeta chirped.
JenniAnn looked to Shelby who only smiled and
shrugged. It struck JenniAnn that she felt
significantly less concerned about Shelby watching the
series than Violeta even though the latter was
older. But then that was something to discuss with
Andrew...
As she was walking away, JenniAnn heard her mother speak.
"Violeta, is that one of JenniAnn's old tops that you're
wearing?"
JenniAnn froze and began to turn around.
"Umm... uh... yeah."
"It looks adorable on you."
"Oh! Thanks!"
Smiling, JenniAnn continued to make her way to Andrew.
*~*~*
Andrew studied JenniAnn's face as she approached
him. She looked pensive and yet... amused, he
thought.
"Maja! Come listen to this," Max called.
JenniAnn hurried forward.
"Landon, who's that?" Rose asked, pointing at JenniAnn.
"Gamma..."
"Aww! Good boy, Landon! That G was so clear!"
JenniAnn praised as she stroked the boy's curls.
"Who's that, Landon?" Max questioned, indicating Andrew.
"Gampy!"
Andrew chuckled.
"Very good! I'll take it! The -gr is hard to
say!"
"It is," JenniAnn agreed. "And I like Gampy,
anyway. Speaking of... I need to borrow Gampy for a
bit."
"Sure thing!" Max replied.
JenniAnn took Andrew's hand and led him towards the willow
tree.
"Our old spot," Andrew mused with a fond smile.
"Mmm hmm..." JenniAnn stretched up to kiss
him. "But I'm afraid I have parenting business that
needs attention."
"Ah..."
"Nothing too serious. It's just that Violeta told me
that Miguel..."
"Uh oh..." Andrew began to feel uneasy. He
sometimes felt Violeta was a little too interested in her
classmate.
"Don't worry. She's not wanting to leave to see him
or anything. But it seems Miguel has come up with
the idea of their lil cohort having a movie/TV club.
And... he wants their first show to be The Haunting of
Hill House."
Andrew's uneasiness increased.
"And, to be honest, I really have been wanting to watch it
ever since I read some reviews. It sounds like it
goes pretty deep. Not just some surface-y jump scare
gorefest. Like there's a lot of psychology to
it. I really think it might even be a good thing for
Violeta to see since she wants to be an AOD. But...
I think we should watch it first. Shelby wants to
watch it too and I just think we should be available and
in-the-know if they have questions... or concerns,"
JenniAnn explained.
Andrew picked up a fallen twig and began to play with it.
"Do you know what it's about, Laja?"
"Well, I've read the book but I've heard it's basically
nothing like that. So... not a whole lot. Just
that a family lives in a haunted house and, years later,
the kids... now adults... have to confront what happened
there."
Andrew nodded.
"The family has five kids. And the dad's a
carpenter... fixer-upper... something like that.
And... and the mom dies, Laja."
"Yeah... I figured someone in the family did because
I heard it deals a lot with grief but that seems like all
the more reason to..."
"Laja... Five kids. Dad's a carpenter.
They live in a massive, old house. And... the mom
dies."
It was when Andrew waved to Willowveil that JenniAnn clued
in.
"Oh... Oh love..." JenniAnn embraced the
angel. "Yeah... I can see now how that would
hit really close to home for you. I'm sorry. I
just... I wasn't thinking." She sighed and
stroked Andrew's cheek. "You know what, I'll just
watch it with the girls myself and..."
"She's
going to ask you to watch a TV show with her...
something that's well outside of your comfort
zone. But it's important."
Joshua's voice sounded in Andrew's mind.
This was the TV show... Joshua had meant The
Haunting of Hill House.
JenniAnn clearly didn't remember but that prior
Halloween she'd casually brought up wanting to watch
it. Not entirely minding the prospect of snuggling
up with her and comforting her over an imagined fright
or two, Andrew had looked into the show. And the
more he had learned, the less the idea had appealed to
him... But now it was important.
"No... I'll watch with you."
"Andrew, I don't want you to be miserable watch..."
Andrew shook his head and brought JenniAnn's hands to
his lips.
"No. I want to watch with you, Laja. I
think... I think it's important. What's more...
Joshua thinks it's important."
JenniAnn perked up.
"He does?"
"Yeah. He told me that you'd want to watch a show
with me... and that it would be important. I had
no idea it would be that one but... it is. So...
we should watch. Together. And definitely
before Violeta and Shel do. I think Shel will be
fine. A little shaken but fine. But
Violeta..." Andrew shook his head.
JenniAnn smiled.
"I figured the same. Only thing is... we have to
start pretty quickly. Miguel wants the group to
meet up... virtually, of course... to discuss a week
from Saturday."
"Miguel..." Andrew repeated, his tone rueful.
JenniAnn hugged him.
"Miguel's done nothing wrong. He's just friendly
with a girl from his class who he has no idea is an
angel... and Violeta hasn't yet felt the need to share
that bit of information with him. He can't help
that. He was very pleasant when I was at Fordham a
few months back for tea with Ivy and Violeta."
Andrew smiled at the memory.
"You said he seemed like a baby Lin-Manuel Miranda."
"Well... he did kinda. Same sorta energy.
Just... more into liturgical music than hip-hop and
rap. Even had the Hamilton look going for
him. Which, come to think of it, that may be a tad
Freudian... Tan skin, black, curly hair and a
beard..."
"So now he's a mini-Joshua?" Andrew teased.
"I mean he is studying theology... I can see where
between his looks and that, Violeta would feel drawn to
him and maybe even feel especially safe crushing on
him... or whatever it is she's feeling." JenniAnn
beamed up at Andrew. "Admit it. You're just
being a dad."
"Maybe..." Andrew smiled down at her. "I
just don't want anyone to be hurt is all.
Definitely not Violeta... but also not Miguel."
"Let's just see where it goes. Feelings...
whatever they may be and whomever has them... may dampen
with separation."
"Or grow fonder..."
"Or grow fonder," JenniAnn agreed. "But Violeta is
with us right now so we can keep an eye on things.
But we also... I don't want us to turn into my
parents. Maybe it's meant to be... the same way we
are. But all of this is moot right now,
anyway. Miguel may just be a nice kid who is
friendly with everyone. We haven't had any
indication he feels especially close to Violeta... only
that she feels something for him. This could just
be like Hugh Jackman Part II... except if Hugh Jackman
went to school with Violeta and looked kinda like a baby
Lin-Manuel Miranda."
Chuckling, Andrew pulled JenniAnn into his embrace.
"You're right. I'll relax."
"You should." JenniAnn began to gently knead his
back. "I know things are scary right now.
And I know you have a burden of knowledge and experience
with pandemics that I can't relate to. But we're
safe here. I'm safe here. What you're
doing... It's enough, Andrew."
Andrew rested his chin on JenniAnn's hair and drew in a
deep, calming breath.
"Thanks, Laja. So... let's start the show tonight
barring any additional and more pressing parental
emergency. Okay?"
"Kay! I do have one question, though..."
Andrew peered down at JenniAnn and noticed the mirth in
her eyes.
"And that is?" he prompted.
"Well... we're on crush #2 with Violeta. So... did
you ever have a crush? Like on an assignment or
just someone you ran into? Maybe even another
angel?"
Andrew smiled dreamily and nodded.
"Oh..." JenniAnn attempted to hide her
surprise. "Well... what happened?"
"Well... It turned into something considerably
more than a crush and... I ended up having five kids
with her."
JenniAnn beamed then rolled her eyes.
"I meant anyone else..."
Andrew glanced back over at the others then led JenniAnn
to the other side of the willow's trunk, out of view.
"No on else," he murmured as he cupped her chin and
moved in for a kiss.
JenniAnn eagerly returned it.
After a third kiss, Andrew sighed and tilted his head
back, looking at the sunny sky through the willow's
branches. He felt more at peace. The
show might bring up some emotions he struggled to keep
control of... but it might also be fun.
"We better head back..." JenniAnn lamented.
"Yeah... we should," Andrew agreed. He took
JenniAnn's hand and began to lead her back. She
paused after a few steps.
"Hey... when you were talking to my dad earlier... did
everything seem okay?"
Andrew mentally replayed his conversation with
Robert. They'd discussed the news briefly, the
outlook on Andrew's carpentry orders, whether his and
Allison's bed was still comfortable for them...
Normal stuff.
"Yeah. Why?"
JenniAnn shrugged.
"Nothing. My mom just seemed a little...
edgy. I thought maybe they'd had some sort of
disagreement. Probably nothing."
Andrew nodded.
"Everyone's on edge. Tempers probably flare up a
bit more easily."
"Not ours," JenniAnn pointed out.
Andrew smiled beatifically at her.
"Because you're an angel... got it." JenniAnn
laughed and shook her head.
"It helps that you're pretty angelic."
"Aww..."
"In all seriousness, we're also in our home, Laja.
Sure, we have a few more people around. But it's
still our home, what we're used to. While I'm sure
your parents are still happy to be here, it's a big
change and yet the novelty is probably wearing off."
"True..." JenniAnn shrugged, letting go of her
concerns. "Thanks."
"You bet."
Hands joined, the two rejoined their friends and family.
*~*~*
That evening, as she sat in bed, comfortably propped up
with pillows, JenniAnn smiled down at Avi who was lazily
nursing.
"I give him about five more minutes. He looks so
sleepy," Andrew observed, smiling as he stroked the
boy's hair.
"Not sure he's even gonna make that. Really
slowing down. All that running around with Evie
tuckered ya out, peanut," JenniAnn cooed.
Andrew studied his son. A part of him wanted Avi
to stay awake... but it would only be stalling the
inevitable.
"Sometimes I can't believe how big he's getting...
He used to feel so small and fragile in my arms..."
JenniAnn reminisced.
"I think he's gonna be big and strong, just like his
Appa."
"And like his daddy."
Avi shifted, releasing his mother's breast. He
stretched, smiled sleepily at his parents, and closed
his eyes.
Andrew began to sing.
"'Close your eyes. Have no fear! The
monster's gone. He's on the run and your daddy's
here... Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
boy...'"
JenniAnn kissed Avi's brow then gently transferred him
to Andrew's arms.
"'Before you go to sleep... Say a little
prayer... Every day in every way, it's getting
better and better,'" Andrew crooned as he carefully rose
and carried the sleeping boy to his nursery. He
sighed... unconvinced by the last line. But then
Andrew placed Avi in his crib and gazed down at his
son... and everything did seem better.
"'Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful... beautiful
boy...'" Andrew smoothed back some of Avi's
hair. "I love you, Avi...my beautiful baby
boy. And now... I gotta get back to
Mama. Pray I don't embarrass myself, huh?"
With a final, loving smile, the angel crept from the
nursery and back to his bedroom.
"Ya ready?" JenniAnn asked, her tone hesitant.
Andrew nodded and rejoined her in the bed.
"I'm ready, Laja."
"Okay..."
JenniAnn prepared their Kindle and, in a few moments, The
Haunting of Hill House began.
*~*~*
JenniAnn sniffled as the first episode ended. She
lifted her head from Andrew's chest and stared down at
his shirt.
"Sorry... I got you wet."
Andrew glanced at his T-shirt.
"I didn't even notice. It's okay. So... what
did you think?"
"It's really good. Really well-acted and the
sets... wow. But... definitely a tough
watch. It... It just makes ya
think... You want the best for your kids, to do
your best for your kids but... in the end... you have so
little control over how the world will treat them."
"Yeah... I felt that, too," Andrew agreed.
JenniAnn hugged the angel.
"You got really tense during the scene where the dad and
his lawyer were talking about custody of the kids."
Andrew closed his eyes for a moment and nodded.
"It just... took me back a little. When you were
in the hospital... before you woke up... during a few
bleak moments... I wondered if your parents would try to
take Belle."
"Oh love..."
"I... I didn't think they would. And, more than
anything, I... I just wanted you to come back so... so
there'd be no reason for them to."
"Andrew... even if I hadn't... there would have been no
reason for them to. You're Belle's daddy.
She should have stayed with you."
"But... it doesn't always work out that way."
JenniAnn brought Andrew's left hand to her lips.
"No... it doesn't. But I don't think they would
have had a case. I mean... the subtext in the show
seems to be that some suspect the dad is either crazy or
killed his wife or maybe both. In our case,
neither of those elements were in play."
"True." Andrew heaved a sigh. "It's just
hard not to think about it... watching that broken
family... wondering how well I would have done keeping
everyone healthy and together."
"You would have, Andrew," JenniAnn insisted.
"I thought about Violeta running off. If you
hadn't come back..."
"I wasn't the only one there, Andrew. Joshua was
there, too. If I hadn't been, Joshua still would
have been there."
"True..." Andrew smiled and kissed JenniAnn's
hair.
"The Crane family doesn't seem to have that. I
mean I think it's really great they exposed their kids
to various of the world's religions. Respect and
knowledge are important. But I think it's good our
kids are grounded in their faith. They know God is
there for them... even if we can't be."
Andrew sighed, releasing some of his stress.
"Sometimes I think I should just hand off my angel
credentials to you, Laja."
"No way! You're an infinitely better angel than
I'd be. And I know that because if it wasn't true,
God would have created me as an angel and you as a
human. But He didn't. I've just... well,
I've had a lot longer to adjust to the idea of losing
those I love. From the moment a kid first
understands the concept of death, they have some idea
that their parents... anyone... could die. So...
I've had thirty odd years to confront that. You...
I mean of course you've always gotten upset when your
assignments have passed on, seemingly before their time
or under very tragic circumstances. But it's only
been the past few years that you've had to confront the
possibility of death within your family, love."
"Because it's only been these past few years that I've
had a family... outside of God, of course."
"Exactly."
Andrew smiled proudly at JenniAnn as he ran his fingers
through her hair.
"My wise woman..."
"Thank you. But a wise woman can still have
questions. Maybe some you can answer..."
"And what are those? I'll sure try to answer."
"Are ghosts... real?"
"Real in different ways in different
circumstances. I mean... Yehuda was a ghost when
we saw him, wasn't he?" Andrew queried.
"Hmm... I guess so! Dead, unfinished
business. Yeah. And I spose some would
consider Maryam, Yosef, John, and so on to be
ghosts. But I don't. They're spirits.
They have no unfinished business. They only come
back because they want to and God has a purpose for them
to be here."
"Right."
"But... other than Yehuda?"
"I can't say I've seen one but... I think so. I
mean if you think about it... people have free
will. Free will doesn't just go away when you
die. Sometimes people might feel compelled to
stick around."
"It's so sad..."
Andrew nodded.
"But they wouldn't be alone. God would send them
someone to help them. He'd speak to them
Himself. They'd have help if they were willing to
accept it. Just like Yehuda. That being
said... I liked what the older brother... Steven?"
"Yeah."
"What Steven said about ghosts."
"Me too! Hold on. I wrote it down."
JenniAnn picked up a notepad she kept on her bedside
table and read. "'A
ghost can be a lot of things. A memory. A
daydream. A secret. Grief.
Anger. Guilt. But in my experience, most
times they're just what we want to see... Most
times, a ghost is a wish.'"
"Right. I mean remember after Lulu died? How
many times we thought we saw or heard her..."
Tears welled in Andrew's eyes as he remembered his dog.
"Aww... yeah."
"I think part of that was just because our brains were
so used to seeing and hearing her. But also... we
wanted to. But she wasn't here. She was off
chasing butterflies in Heaven..."
"Sweet Lulu..."
"One thing I would never do... unless it was causing
some sort of dangerous behavior... is dissuade a person
from believing they were visited by a lost loved one if
it brought them peace. Because that does
happen. But in those cases, they're spirits.
Not ghosts."
"Got it. That makes sense."
"So... having read the book... is the show really
different?"
JenniAnn laughed.
"Unrecognizable! I mean really the only things
that are the same are the house and the Dudleys... and
even not entirely them. Mr. Dudley is lovely in
this! He reminds me a bit of Nick, actually.
But younger. In the book, both of the Dudleys were
rather unpleasant. But in this... Mrs.
Dudley is a bit of a zealot. But I get the
impression she's got a good heart. And the
Cranes... they were all dead in the book.
Basically, the writers just used some of the same names
from the book and wove their own story. But I
actually really love that. We don't need another
remake."
"Cool. Well... do you want to watch the next
episode or..."
"Do you?" JenniAnn countered.
Andrew considered the question. The first episode
had been trying... But it had also ended in such a
way that he felt restless at the idea of leaving it
there. And... he definitely hadn't minded having
JenniAnn snuggle up to him and nuzzle him during the
scarier moments.
"I wouldn't mind it..." he ventured.
"Good! Then let's watch the next one. I hope
the other kids start to mend fences... I really
hope our kids' relationships aren't so... fraught... in
the future."
"I'm sure they won't be, Laja," Andrew assured.
"The dynamics are so different. I mean... there's
an almost thirty year age gap between Max and Avi, for
one. And most importantly... you're here, Laja."
"Love..."
Andrew stroked JenniAnn's cheek as they kissed.
*~*~*
As
difficult as the first episode had been for Andrew, he
could tell that the second had been more upsetting for
JenniAnn.
"I... I don't know that we should let the girls watch
this after all," JenniAnn murmured after the episode
ended. "I think... I just think it would be so
hard to watch with your sister. And I know
Violeta... I mean it's not like she's going to be
responsible for making us presentable after we die like
Shirley there. But she is going to be the one
left. She's going to outlive Shelby... and Max...
and Belle... and Avi. I... I don't think she
should watch. And definitely not with Shelby...
her baby sister who she's going to outlive like poor
Shirley outlived Nell... whose name I really wish didn't
rhyme with Belle and Shel."
Andrew gently brushed away a tear that was trailing down
JenniAnn's face.
"Definitely agree about Nell. But Laja... I
know I was hesitant at first but now... I actually
think it would be good for Violeta to watch. And
I don't think we can tell Shel no if she wants to watch
with her. She's not a little girl any more.
Yes... It is difficult. But I really like
the matter-of-fact way Shirley deals with death with her
kids... answering their questions, assuring them that
all questions are normal. Being open about just
how sad she was. That's good for Violeta to
see. For both the girls to see. And...
you're right. But I guess my thinking is... maybe
that's not a bad thing for Violeta to reckon with
now... With Shelby here... With you here...
With me here."
JenniAnn closed her eyes as Andrew rubbed her neck.
"You're right. That makes sense. I do want
to be able to answer questions for both of them.
And we certainly have the time for it now..."
JenniAnn squeezed Andrew's hand and sighed. "Do
you think Shel will be okay, though? I mean... she
lost her parents, Andrew."
"I wondered about that... Tomorrow, when we're
working in the stable, I'll make sure Shel really wants
to watch and wasn't swayed by Violeta. But... I
mean she's watched The Lion King and Bambi
and so many other movies just in the Disney canon alone
that feature parental deaths. We've never tried to
stop her from seeing those."
"True..."
"The parts with the sick
kittens were... rough," Andrew commented after a few
moments.
"Yeah... But I also... I'm not sure...
I don't think I could have told one of our kids the full
truth about that one kitten... I think I might
have... obfuscated the truth a bit, too."
"How so?"
"Well... I... I couldn't have put it out of its
misery myself for one. Nor would I want you
to. I would have taken it to the vet to be put to
sleep. Which... I guess I would tell the kids
that. But if, for some reason, I had had to do it
myself... I couldn't have told them. I might have
said we'd given the cat away, too."
"I can understand that. But I don't think we'd
ever be in that position, Laja. And, to be honest,
I don't see any reason why they would be in the
show. They have a car. Surely there's a vet
in town. I think that was just for extra drama."
"Probably so... It was scary when the mom had her
migraine. It kind of reminded me of my
seizures. But I'm also getting the idea she's
having some mental health issues. And that part at
the end... when the porch lights blinked. Her sign
for wanting the kids to come home... to come back to
her. I have a bad feeling this is all leading to
the mom being a ghost trying to reunite with her kids...
by killing them. And that's... dark. And
really hard to think about as... as a mom. I also
don't want the girls thinking about that," JenniAnn
lamented.
Andrew wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm sure they'll find it chilling... just as you
did. And I definitely did. Those lights gave
me the chills, too. But if she does have mental
health issues, they're completely separate from
migraines... and both are completely separate from
epilepsy. Shel and Violeta aren't going to read
anything into it concerning you. I mean think
about it... You... you almost died, Laja.
No... you... you did die," Andrew corrected, his voice
quaking. "But... but you came back. You
didn't try to yank us all over there with you."
JenniAnn responded with a slight smile.
"That's true... I don't think Joshua would have
approved of that."
"No..." Andrew smiled, too, and caressed
JenniAnn's temples before smoothing some hair behind her
ears. "If you want, we can try to dissuade Violeta
and Shelby... but I do have some concern that Violeta
would go ahead and watch it anyway and then be too
embarrassed to admit it and hold all her questions
in. And we can't very well confiscate her laptop
since she's using it for school."
"No... And I wouldn't want to do that,
anyway. That's too heavy-handed. They should
be allowed to watch... but I definitely think we need to
stay ahead of them."
"No question! But... I think we should call it
good for tonight."
"Agreed..." JenniAnn put the Kindle away then
smiled coquettishly at Andrew. "I am glad I have a
big, strong man here to protect me if I have nightmares
after that."
Andrew chuckled as she ran her hands up and down his
arms.
"I will happily protect you... but I might need some
protection in return."
JenniAnn laughed at the angel's puppy dog eyes.
"I see..."
She draped herself over him and kissed him.
"Better?"
Chuckling, Andrew linked his hands behind her waist and
nodded.
"Much better..."
With laughter and kisses, the two dispelled the last of
their chills and melancholy and prepared for a peaceful
night.
*~*~*
Tuesday, March 31st,
2020
While Violeta took her sheep out to graze the next
morning, Andrew and Shelby busied themselves mucking out
the stalls, laying fresh hay, and replenishing food and
water. As they worked, Andrew broached the subject
of Hill House.
"Shel, were you really wanting to watch The Haunting
of Hill House or did Violeta talk you into it?" he
asked.
Shelby smiled.
"I mean... it wasn't really on my list of things to do
during quarantine. But I'm not opposed to
it. And one of the main characters is a
writer. I like stuff about writers."
Andrew nodded.
"Yeah. The eldest brother, Steven. He writes
a book about Hill House."
"And I heard the show itself is really
well-written. So... maybe I can learn from it."
"We're only two episodes in but, yeah, thus far I've
been impressed. It's just... I think the trailers
made this pretty clear so I don't think I'm spoiling
anything but... the mom dies. And given..."
"Given my parents died, you're worried?"
"A little," Andrew confessed. "JenniAnn, too."
Shelby shrugged.
"I mean... I guess I might feel something.
But since I don't remember them... don't remember losing
them... I think it's more likely that it'll make
me think of when Psyche was in the hospital. I...
I was so scared she would die..."
Andrew squeezed her shoulder.
"But she didn't. And she probably won't for a
long, long time," Shelby continued. "I'll be
okay. And Violeta will, too. I mean... I
definitely think she's going to cry a lot. But
that's not a bad thing."
"No... it's not."
Shelby smiled at Andrew.
"We'll be okay, Andrew. You raised us well."
"Shel..." Andrew's eyes misted. "Sometimes I
can't believe how time has flown. Seems like only
yesterday I would lift you up onto my shoulders and
carry you around."
Shelby hugged Andrew tightly.
"Maybe I should be worried about you and JenniAnn
watching Hill House. Seems to be a lot
about kids growing up..."
Andrew smiled and kissed her hair.
"We'll manage. And, maybe after we're all done
with it, we can relive the old days and watch Frozen
together."
"And Frozen II!"
"And Frozen II," Andrew agreed.
"Yay!" Shelby cheered, beaming.
Andrew chuckled and patted her on the back.
"And how's everything going, otherwise? Still
going okay in the pillow fort?"
Shelby grinned and nodded.
"It's actually more comfortable than I thought it would
be! And Belle looks so little when she
sleeps... I guess I've been a bit nostalgic,
too. I used to be able to carry her..."
"Well, even though you can't carry her, she's still
every bit your little sister. You're still doing
okay with being here instead of the Tunnels?"
"Oh yeah. I mean... I miss Asher and Vincent
and Catherine and everyone. But at least I still
get to see them and talk to them. And I can't
imagine being separated from you and Psyche and Belle
and Violeta and Avi and everyone here. Especially
if this goes on for years... Some people think it
might."
Andrew frowned and nodded.
"Hard to say. It's possible. I think we'd
have to rethink things if it came to that. We'd
still want to be as safe as possible. But being
this closed off probably isn't sustainable if we're
looking at years."
"I mean even if there's not a vaccine... the more time
that goes by, the more they'll learn about treatments,
right?"
"Right."
"So that's good. But for now... It still
just kinda seems like an extended vacation for me.
So... don't worry about me, kay?"
Beaming, Andrew hugged Shelby.
"Okay."
Yonah brayed, causing the two to turn and look at him.
Laughing, Shelby released Andrew and wrapped her arms
around the donkey's neck.
"Okay, okay... Sorry... Didn't mean to leave
you out."
Chuckling, Andrew withdrew his cell phone and snapped a
photograph of the two before resuming his work.
*~*~*
After lunch, Andrew and JenniAnn sat Shelby and Violeta
down to lay out ground rules for Hill House.
"Firstly, you have to wait for us to watch an episode
before you watch it," JenniAnn informed them as they sat
in the ballroom.
"We've watched the first two episodes. We'll try
to get the next two in tonight. But we'll have to
see," Andrew continued.
"Okay!" Violeta agreed.
"Secondly, you are absolutely not to watch when Belle is
in the room with you. Not with earbuds, not on a
small screen. Just not at all. If she even
hears you talking about it... She's way too little
for that."
"We can move to the library after she falls asleep?"
Shelby suggested.
"Good idea," Andrew agreed.
"Ooh! It's spookier in the library anyway!"
Violeta cheered.
Andrew and JenniAnn exchanged a concerned look before
the former continued.
"If you have any questions or concerns, please talk to
us about them."
"Of course!" Violeta nodded vigorously.
"Preferably you'll wait until we're awake," JenniAnn
clarified. "But if you absolutely can't... you
know where we are."
"Yep!" Violeta chirped. "Thank you!" She
bounded over to Andrew and JenniAnn and hugged them both
before turning back to Shelby. "We should make
spooky snacks for tonight!"
Shelby laughed and cocked her head.
"How are snacks spooky?"
"We'll figure it out! C'mon!"
Violeta grabbed Shelby's hand and began to pull her
away, towards the kitchen. Helpless but amused,
Shelby waved back to Andrew and JenniAnn.
"Well... I hope this goes okay," JenniAnn mused.
"They'll be fine. Not sure I feel as confident
about the kitchen," Andrew deadpanned.
"True... But they'll clean up after themselves."
JenniAnn hugged Andrew's arm and rested her head on his
shoulder.
"It's okay if you're not up for watching tonight."
"Oh no... I'm fine. I actually want to
watch. I need some closure for poor Nell.
It's just..." JenniAnn sat up when she saw her
parents approaching.
"We practically got mowed over by Shelby and Violeta,"
Robert reported with a chuckle. "What's going on?"
"Sorry about that. They're making snacks for
tonight. They're watching Hill House and
are quite excited about it," JenniAnn replied.
Allison frowned.
"Isn't that a horror series? You're sure that's
good for them?"
"Allison, they know the girls better than we do," Robert
countered.
"Well, I know but I saw clips on the daytime talk shows
and those alone gave me the creeps!"
"I'm sure they'll be fine," Andrew assured. "After
all, once she's done with her schooling, Violeta's going
to be an AOD. If she can't handle a TV show..."
"I suppose..."
Robert rolled his eyes.
"Let it go, Allison. Andrew knows best."
"I was letting it go," Allison snapped.
Andrew felt JenniAnn jolt beside him.
"Mom... are you okay?" she checked.
Robert shook his head and walked away.
Allison glared after him.
"Sorry about that. I think we both just woke up on
the wrong side of the bed this morning. And I was
just concerned is all. I'm fine. Maybe I
could do with a snack myself. My blood sugar might
be a little low."
Andrew stood up.
"What can I get for you, Allison?"
"Oh, it's fine. I have some granola bars. I
think that'll do."
"Okay, well, just speak up if you want anything
else. I think I could do with some ginger
ale. Laja, anything for you?"
"Actually, a glass of milk would be really nice."
"Chocolate?" Andrew offered.
JenniAnn grinned.
"I won't turn that down."
"Allison?"
"Actually, I'll take some ginger ale, as well.
Thank you, Andrew."
"Sure thing."
"You're sure you're okay?" JenniAnn asked her mom again
once Andrew had left.
Allison nodded.
"I am. Really. Your dad's just been getting
on my nerves a bit. You know, he's not helped me
make the bed the entire time we've been here. And
I'm sure you've noticed he doesn't help with the
laundry."
"Annoying... But he did help Andrew in the yard
last week. And maybe he's nervous about using our
washing machine. Like he'd feel bad if he
accidentally broke it which given his track record with
your last washing machine... Anyway, I could show
him how..."
"Honey, he never helps with the laundry. I guess I
just thought he'd be on his best behavior here.
But maybe this is his best behavior..." Allison scoffed.
Unsure how to respond to that, JenniAnn looked out the
window, hoping for some sort of distraction.
Happily for her, distraction did come, albeit from the
hallway.
"There's your Gamma... Let's go see Gamma and
she'll make it all better," Rose cooed as she carried a
sniffling Landon.
"Sweet pea!" JenniAnn stood and made her way to
the two, taking Landon from his mother. "What
happened?"
"He stumbled. I think his pride is more hurt than
anything. He started calling for you."
"G-gamma..." the toddler cried.
"Aww..." JenniAnn held him close and swayed with
him. After a few moments, Landon noticed Avi and
Evie playing with blocks nearby and clamored to be let
down.
"Well, that was quick!" Rose laughed.
JenniAnn smiled as Landon plopped down beside the other
two toddlers.
"Sometimes you just need a few moments to pull yourself
together."
"They're so precious." Allison smiled fondly at
the trio.
JenniAnn glanced over at her mother and felt
relieved. She seemed to have calmed down and all
was well again.
When Andrew returned with the beverages, the adults
settled down to an agreeable chat.
*~*~*
"You ready?" Andrew asked that evening after he and
JenniAnn had settled into bed.
"Should we maybe check on the girls one more time?"
"Laja... They were fine ten minutes ago. I'm
sure they're fine now. And if not... I'm sure they
can find their way from the library to our room."
"True..." JenniAnn gave Andrew a sheepish smile
then squeezed his hand. "Ready."
"All right... Episode 3... 'Touch'... here we
go..."
Andrew squeezed JenniAnn's shoulder then started the
show.
*~*~*
"Well... I'm very glad we blocked up the
dumbwaiters before Shelby was old enough to notice
them," Andrew declared after the episode had ended.
JenniAnn smiled at Andrew and nodded.
"Although I'm pretty confident we don't have a secret,
scary basement. Just the laundry machine, dryer,
the tunnel, and an empty pool we don't use."
"Yeah... I sometimes wonder if we should do
something with the pool. Anyway... what did you
think?"
"Another tough watch... It gave me a new respect
for Theodora... who, by the way, has a beautiful
name. More people should use it. The only
one I know in real life is Kyle's sister."
"It is very pretty. And yeah..." Andrew
dragged a hand through his hair. "That poor little
girl... and poor Theo having to experience that.
I'm glad CPS believed her."
"I... I worry about that with you, sometimes. I
mean... you're not empathetic in the same way as Theo...
thank God. But your assignments lodge in your head
and..."
"And I have God to help me through. And you."
"About that... I also thought of you at the
end. With Theo and her girlfriend... if that's
even the right term. Sometimes... well... I
mean not that we're... sexually active like that... but
when you do come home and you're upset and shaken...
sometimes I'm not sure if I should try to get you to
talk or... distract you," JenniAnn confessed.
"Laja, I will tell you if I want to talk. I know
that's been an issue in the past but..." Andrew
kissed her hand. "I promise you that now.
One thing I don't want is you feeling like you need
to... distract me... if you're not wanting to be...
distracting."
JenniAnn smirked.
"I think we've created a new euphemism. But the
language has always been awkward. 'Making out'
just sounds crass to me. And 'messing around' is
even worse."
"Canoodling?" Andrew volunteered.
JenniAnn burst out laughing.
"That's like something my grandma would say!"
"Yeah, well, I mean I am considerably older than your
grandma..." Andrew winked at JenniAnn and
playfully bumped his shoulder against hers.
"This is true... And it does sound more pleasant
than anything I can think of."
"Well, in that case, I just don't want you to canoodle
if you don't want to canoodle."
JenniAnn giggled at Andrew's pronouncement.
"Noted."
"Besides, it's not like it's a binary: talk about my
assignment or canoodle. You could also distract me
by sharing anecdotes about your day. Or we could
dance. Read poetry. Read the Bible.
Watch video of Joshua. Pray. Reorganize our
sock drawers. Any number of things."
"True... And speaking of Joshua, I thought it was
interesting that when Theo saw Nellie's body, she said
'Jesus wept.' Why do you suppose that is?"
"In some parts of the country, it's common to say that
when things have gotten really rocky. But it could
be deeper than that, I think. You've said it
yourself before. Sometimes when we're grieving, it
helps to remember that Joshua's been in that place,
too. He mourned Lazar, Theo was mourning Nellie."
"That's a nice thought. They don't seem very
Christian, though."
"No. But Olivia said they taught Steven about a
number of religions, Christianity included. I
assume they did the same with the other kids. I
mean Joshua raising a man from the dead is pretty
dramatic. Lots of people know that story even if
they don't believe it really happened," Andrew pointed
out.
"Right. Well, I liked it in any case.
Another thing I really liked is how chill Steven and
Nellie were when they discovered Theo was a lesbian."
"That was very sweet. And I think it'll be good
for Shel to see that. Do we know if she's told
Asher about being asexual?"
JenniAnn shook her head.
"No. I've wanted to ask but..." She
shrugged. "In some ways, Shel's our easiest kid, I
think. In others... It's weird. In a
lot of ways, I feel like she's the kid who is most like
me. But she's also the most inscrutable. I
never want to push her."
"Yeah... I understand what you mean. At
least Asher isn't the sort to push her on pairing off."
"No... But he could go to bat for her a bit when
the other kids maybe push at her a bit on finding
someone. Of course... who knows when she'll next
be staying in the Tunnels."
Andrew hugged JenniAnn when her face clouded.
"Anyway... in some ways I envy her. Shel, I
mean. Asexuality awareness still isn't where it
should be. But at least it exists. She has a
word. An online community, if she wants."
"She has you," Andrew reminded.
"Right. And you. You're the one she first
told, after all. You're the one who told her about
aromanticism."
"Yeah."
"Meanwhile, I was just like 'What is wrong with
me?!' I did wonder..." JenniAnn's voice
trailed off.
"Hmm?" Andrew prompted.
"Well... I just mean that I wondered if, maybe, I
wasn't feeling those feelings because I could only feel
them for you. But then you showed back up and...
well, I wanted to do lots of things."
Andrew smiled and stroked JenniAnn's back when her face
flushed.
"But I still didn't want to have sex with you. And
I knew it wasn't just because you couldn't have sex but
I still couldn't quite get at what was going on. I
did eventually clue in thanks to some internet
sleuthing."
"And I'm glad for that... but even more glad Shel has
people she can talk to face-to-face about it."
"Yeah... Anyway, Shel is totally gonna equate Theo
with Elsa with the glove thing."
"I thought of that, too!" Andrew chuckled.
"I hope she never entirely outgrows her love for Frozen.
I... I want her to grow up and become even stronger,
even smarter, even more her own person but..."
"I totally get it." JenniAnn sighed. "I used
to get totally annoyed by my parents trying to keep me a
child... as I saw it. But now I get it."
"Me too..." Andrew pulled JenniAnn close and
kissed her shoulder. "So..."
"You wanna watch the next one?"
"I'm up for it if you are."
"Yeah, let's go for it."
Andrew pulled up the fourth episode, settled comfortably
beside JenniAnn, and the two resumed watching.
*~*~*
"Poor, sweet Luke..." JenniAnn
murmured after the episode came to its heartbreaking
conclusion.
"Yeah..." Andrew dragged a hand through his hair.
JenniAnn hugged the angel then began to gently stroke
his chest.
"What is it, my love? This one seems to have
really gotten to you. Your heart... it's fast."
Andrew closed his eyes and focused on the pleasing,
calming sensation of JenniAnn's caresses.
"The
scene with the parents and twins right at the beginning
kinda freaked me out," he confessed.
"Really? That was a pretty tame scene."
"Yeah... It's just... Don't you have the
same dress Olivia was wearing? It was a little
spooky."
"Hmm... Let me..." JenniAnn dragged the
video back towards the start. "Oh! That does look
like one of mine. But I'm sure that one was much
more expensive. And look... mine has smocking over
the belly. Hers doesn't. But yeah... same
color and shape."
"I dunno... It's silly, I guess. But it
just... got to me. I mean... She does remind
me a bit of you... when she's not in a bad spot, I
mean. Just the way she is with her kids...
The sensitivity. The gentleness. The grace
and beauty..."
JenniAnn stared at Andrew.
"In no reality do I have even close to the grace and
beauty of Carla Gugino... She's gorgeous."
"You do in my reality," Andrew quietly insisted.
JenniAnn peered into her beloved's eyes and realized
further discussion of the matter would only derail the
conversation... and the conversation seemed important.
"Well... thank you," she replied.
Andrew buried a hand in JenniAnn's hair and rested his
forehead against hers.
After a few moments, he pulled away and let out a shaky
breath.
"I dunno... I guess between that and Luke talking
about waiting for his mom to come home, thinking every
headlight was her returning for him... I thought
about how close we came to that reality. I... I
didn't want to be a single father. I didn't want
to watch our kids struggle through life like that."
"Oh, Andrew..." JenniAnn kissed him. "I can
understand that. I... also had a moment right at
the beginning that had a lot of personal meaning."
"Yeah? Tell me about it?" Andrew encouraged.
"It was when the Iraqi vet was speaking. And that
was... so horrible. And I found myself wandering
if that was really smart. I mean... couldn't the
already vulnerable people at Luke's NA meeting have
gotten secondary trauma which would only make them more
likely to turn to their addictions? I mean not
that I don't think that man should have spoken. I
do. He needed to. But it just didn't really
seem to be properly addressed. And... and then it
hit me. Our early years... when I'd pester you to
tell me what was bothering you and you'd refuse...
that's what you were worried about. At least in
part. Secondary trauma."
"I... yeah... I was," Andrew confirmed. "Laja, you
were so young and..."
"Inexperienced. Naive. I know. I
thought because we read about horrible historical events
in classes that I could handle it. I didn't see
how hearing about something direct from someone I
loved... It would be harder. Much
harder. I should have trusted you to know that."
"It's okay." Andrew smiled. "We muddled
through. I think we came out of it all right...
better than all right."
"Much better," JenniAnn agreed.
"Are you tired?"
"Not really. But... I don't think I'm up for
another episode."
"No. Me neither." JenniAnn nuzzled Andrew's
neck. "Dance with me?"
"I would love to, my Laja."
JenniAnn peered out a window.
"In the ballroom. So we can see the stars better."
"My pleasure..." Grinning, Andrew took her hand
and led her from the room.
The two paused just outside the library, faintly hearing
bits of Hill House as Violeta and Shelby
watched. Andrew poked his head in and, seeing
nothing amiss, continued to the ballroom with JenniAnn.
Once there, Andrew took his cell phone from the pocket
of his pajamas and started a song.
"'You'll remember me when
the west wind moves upon the fields of barley.
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in
fields of gold.
So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the
fields of barley.
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the
fields of gold.'"
The two swayed in the moonlight, JenniAnn's hands
clasped behind Andrew's neck, his own hands linked
behind her back.
Neither noticed the solitary figure in the hallway,
silently watching them and weeping.
*~*~*
Fools
Wednesday, April 1st, 2020
Andrew and JenniAnn awoke to the sound of giggling in
the hallway.
And then a shout...
"Bloody heck!"
"Max..." Andrew sleepily murmured.
JenniAnn yawned and stretched.
"Must have stubbed his... Uh oh."
"'Uh oh' what?"
"Do you realize what today is?"
"Wednesday? I think?"
"No. I mean the date. Andrew, it's April
Fool's Day..."
The angel of death laughed and shook his head.
"I thought I heard some feminine giggling earlier..."
JenniAnn nodded.
"The girls did something..."
"Guess we better go see what's going on."
"Guess so..."
The two donned their robes and slippers and approached
their bedroom door. Andrew held an arm out,
blocking JenniAnn.
"I'll go out first."
JenniAnn grinned.
"Such a gentleman."
Andrew made a little bow then cautiously opened the
door. When nothing happened, he stepped forward.
JenniAnn burst out laughing when Andrew became engulfed
in a cloud of confetti.
"I have an 8:00 session!" Max exclaimed. "I don't
have time to shower."
JenniAnn stepped, safely, into the hallway where she
should see Rose laughing as she brushed confetti off of
her husband.
"Oh, calm down. I'm sure your client needs a
laugh... just like the rest of us."
Max spotted Andrew and JenniAnn and began to laugh.
"Oh, Dad... They got you, too, I see."
"Uh... yeah."
"So... where are the culprits?" JenniAnn asked as she
began to brush Andrew off.
"I think I know..." Andrew headed towards Belle's
room. He poked his head around the corner where he
found Belle, Shelby, and Violeta giggling.
"April Fools!" the trio shouted.
Andrew chuckled and shook his head.
"Well played. Now come out here and apologize to
Max. He now gets to do a counseling session in
technicolor."
"Oops..." Shelby grimaced.
Andrew laughed and patted her on the back.
"I'm sure he'll get over it. Rose seemed to find
it very amusing."
"As did I," JenniAnn added.
"Daddy, you're pretty!" Belle chirped.
Andrew scooped her up, pulled some confetti from his
shoulders and sprinkled it on her.
"There. Now you're pretty, too. But then
you're always pretty. And smart. And,
apparently, sneaky."
Belle giggled as she hugged her father's neck.
The pranksters trooped over towards the guest room where
they confronted their brother and uncle.
"Sorry, Max..." Shelby apologized.
"Sorry, Max," Violeta echoed, her stifled giggling
making her apology less sincere.
"Sorry, Uncle Max," Belle added, her lower lip stuck
out.
Max smiled and cupped Belle's chin.
"How could I be mad at that face?"
"You can't be mad at us, either," Violeta pressed.
"We're cute, too!" She hugged Shelby.
Max rolled his eyes and chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah... And I should have been more wary
given the date."
JenniAnn turned to the girls.
"Did you do anything else?" She peered at the
ceiling. "Because I'd like to be prepared if my
parents..."
Violeta adamantly shook her head.
"No! Nothing else. We weren't sure how
they'd take it. And... we didn't want to upset
Evie. And, well, Marty is kinda scary so..."
"And Takoda?" Andrew checked.
"Well... we thought about it," Violeta admitted.
"But he's been kinda outta sorts so we decided not to."
"Probably for the best," JenniAnn agreed. "Well...
let's go get some breakfast made so Max can eat before
his appointment."
"Don't worry about that, Maja. I can tide myself
over until after," Max assured.
"It's no problem. Your sisters can help as
penance."
Smiling, the trio of girls nodded.
"Just as long as you're not gonna put hot chili pepper
in my eggs or something like that..."
"Good idea!" Shelby exclaimed before hugging Max.
"But we won't."
"Thanks." Max returned her hug and the family
trooped downstairs to share breakfast.
*~*~*
When breakfast was ready and the rest of the household
was spread around the ballroom, Andrew and JenniAnn
called Shelby and Violeta over to their table.
Violeta giggled when she noticed Andrew still had some
confetti in his hair.
"I don't think I have to tell you that Sam would NOT
have been amused if I'd done that to him when he was my
supervisor," Andrew commented wryly.
"Aww. But you're definitely more than my
supervisor, Andrew. Aren't you?" Violeta
countered, her eyes wide and beseeching.
JenniAnn laughed.
"Manipulative little thing," she teased.
Violeta smiled.
Andrew shook his head in amusement and patted Violeta's
hand.
"Of course I am. But I am your supervisor and you
are both my kids... mine and Laja's... and on that
account... we want to know how last night went.
Okay? Any questions?"
"I really like the show!" Shelby praised. "It's so
interesting how Steven wrote this super famous book
about his life... when he doesn't even believe it
happened. Or any of the other hauntings in his
other books. Unless he does but just won't allow
himself to face the truth."
"It is interesting," Andrew agreed. "Violeta?"
"I liked it. The acting is really, really
good. But... it was really sad that Nell
died." Violeta snuck a glance at Belle and Avi who
were eating with Allison and Robert. "The baby
shouldn't die first."
JenniAnn kissed her temple.
"I know. That was very sad."
"I just... I don't want to imagine not being five,"
Violeta murmured as she stirred her Froot Loops.
"There needs to be five of us. Max, me, Shelby,
Belle, Avi. Five."
"It's like I told you last night, Violeta. There
will always, always be five of us," Shelby
counseled. "We just might sometimes be in
different worlds. I mean... we're still five even
when you're in Heaven, right?"
Violeta smiled.
"Right."
"So we'll be five even if, say, I was in Heaven.
Or Max or... We'd still be five."
Andrew and JenniAnn exchanged misty-eyed glances.
"Yeah. That's true."
"Honey, you don't have to keep watching if you don't
want to," JenniAnn reassured. "Maybe whatever
Miguel picks next would be..."
"No, no. I want to keep watching," Violeta
insisted. "I want to see what happens. It's
weird. We watched less than two hours and... I
dunno. I just really feel like I need to know what
happens to the Crains. I like them. Warts
and all. I... I really didn't like the part with
the kittens, though. It made me think about...
what if Mary and Silly had lambs and... and they weren't
okay?"
Andrew squeezed Violeta's hand.
"We'd take care of them, Violeta. We'd take them
to a vet, see what was wrong, and go from there.
And if it was really bad... we'd let them go peacefully
and painlessly."
"You... you wouldn't take care of it yourself?" Violeta
questioned.
"Violeta... you know Andrew better than that," JenniAnn
answered.
"Told you..." Shelby murmured.
"Yeah. When... when Olivia said that about kittens
not being meant to live without their mothers... I
thought about when you were in the hospital."
Violeta grabbed JenniAnn's hand. "I... felt that."
"Oh, honey..."
"I reminded her that I lost my parents when I was
little. And I'm still okay. And even kittens
are okay so long as they find someone else to parent
them," Shelby pointed out.
Andrew nodded.
"That's exactly right. Doesn't mean it won't be
hard. But it's not hopeless, Violeta."
"Exactly," JenniAnn agreed. "And, hopefully, I'll
be around for a long, long time. And when my time
to go Home does come... my kittens will be all grown
up." She gently tweaked Violeta's chin.
"Hmm?"
Violeta gave her a wavering smile and nodded.
"Would you rather watch with Andrew and me?" JenniAnn
asked.
Shelby and Violeta conferred quietly for a moment then
the latter shook her head.
"No. We really like watching together. Just
the two of us."
Shelby nodded.
"It's nice to snuggle up and spend time together like
that. Just me and my big sister."
Violeta hugged her.
"Definitely."
"Okay then. Well, JenniAnn and I watched episodes
3 and 4 last night so you can move onto those... if you
want."
"We do!" the two girls chimed in unison.
"Sounds good. We can talk about them tomorrow
morning. But for now... I better get ready for
this morning's religion class," JenniAnn announced as
she began to gather her dishes. "Violeta, when
your first class?"
"10:00."
"Okay. And Kemara and the twins are coming
over for lunch then sticking around so she can do her
dance class here... it's just easier in the
ballroom." JenniAnn turned to Andrew. "She
asked if we could help model the steps."
Andrew smiled.
"Happily! I'll take care of the dishes so you can
start getting ready."
JenniAnn kissed his cheek.
"Thank you. I'll be in the library."
"Can I come sit with you and do homework?" Shelby
requested.
"Of course, sweetie."
"I'll help with the dishes, Andrew," Violeta offered.
"Thanks, kiddo."
After JenniAnn and Shelby left, Andrew and Violeta
waited a few minutes for more people to finish breakfast
then they wheeled the breakfast cart into the kitchen.
To Andrew's surprise, Violeta closed the door behind
them.
"Violeta, is something wrong?" Andrew asked, alarm
evident in his voice.
"I... I don't know."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Andrew asked
rhetorically. The closed door was answer enough.
"I just... I saw something last night. The
confetti was Shel's idea. I... I was pretty upset
after the show and she thought it would cheer me
up." Violeta smiled. "It did.
But... We actually were going to do the same thing
to Takoda's door. I mean we were a little
uncertain about it... We know he's been upset
about not being able to see Joccy. But I thought
it would make him laugh."
"I think it would have been okay," Andrew agreed.
"But when I made my way up there... I stopped in
Joshua's room. Just cause... cause I thought it
would make me feel better. And it did! But
when I left... I heard hushed voices. But
they sounded angry."
Andrew frowned.
"So I peeked around the corner of the little library
and... I saw Robert leave his and Allison's room with
his pillow."
"Robert has a problem with snoring. JenniAnn's
mentioned it before. Allison probably couldn't
sleep. She was maybe irritated about that and..."
"Maybe... It just seemed like... like more than
that. Once he'd crossed over into another of the
guest rooms, I ran back downstairs. I didn't say
anything to Shelby about it."
"Good... Did you say anything to JenniAnn?"
"No. Just you. And God, of course."
Andrew smiled.
"Of course. Well, try not to worry about it,
Violeta. Couples have disagreements
sometimes. And this time is stressful for
everyone."
"True... And they're away from home."
"Exactly."
"And I bet we're kinda a lot when they're used to it
just being the two of them and Bert and Delilah."
Andrew chuckled.
"Probably so. Try not to worry about it."
"I won't." Violeta smiled at her fellow
angel. "So... you wanna empty the dishwasher or
rinse the dishes?"
"You pick."
"I'll empty."
"Sounds good."
As the two worked, Andrew mulled over Violeta's words
combined with some of what he'd witnessed. He
prayed a silent prayer that, whatever Allison and Robert
were going through, they'd be able to resolve it...
soon... and without upsetting their daughter.
*~*~*
That evening, Andrew was pensive as he got ready for
bed. He couldn't decide whether or not he should
tell JenniAnn about Violeta's experience. He was
so deep in thought that he didn't realize JenniAnn was
in the bathroom until her arms came around his middle.
He smiled at her reflection peeking around his right
shoulder.
"Sorry. Am I taking too long?"
JenniAnn shook her head.
"No. You just looked so cute and so lost in your
thoughts."
She had to be told, Andrew decided.
He splashed some water on his face then took JenniAnn's
hand and led her to their bed.
Once they were settled in, he spoke.
"Laja, Violeta told me something earlier that I think
you should know about."
"Something about the show?"
"No... It happened after she and Shelby had
finished watching. I guess they had considered
pranking Takoda but, on her way up there, Violeta
stopped into Joshua's room for some quiet time."
"Aww."
"Yeah... But the thing is... when she left she
heard what she thought sounded like arguing."
JenniAnn frowned.
"Who was... Oh..."
Andrew squeezed her shoulders.
"She saw your dad go into one of the other guest
rooms. I told her it may just have been because he
was snoring too loud. You mentioned before that
sometimes they need separate rooms so your mom can
sleep."
"Yeah..."
"So it might have just been that."
"Maybe... But put together with some of the
snappishness lately... Was Violeta upset?"
"I think she was concerned for them. And probably
for you, too. It's like I told her... everyone is
stressed, they're away from home... And like
Violeta pointed out, even though I'm sure they enjoy it
here, it's a big difference from their quiet house with
just them and the dogs."
"Right... And they did seem okay when I saw them
through out the day."
"Yep."
JenniAnn shook her head.
"I just don't know... And I don't know if it's
really my place to push for answers. I mean... I'm
their kid. Not their therapist."
"Right. I think just let it be for right
now. It was probably just a fluke. A bad
night."
"Yeah..." JenniAnn hugged Andrew. "Thanks
for telling me. But now... let's focus on
dysfunction in someone else's family. I mean...
supposing you want to watch?"
"Sure. But... I think it might be a one episode
kind of night."
"Same. Kinda tired," JenniAnn agreed.
Andrew picked up the Kindle and checked the show's page.
"Next up... 'The Bent-Neck Lady.'"
JenniAnn shivered.
"Creepy. Maybe we'll get some answers about poor
Nellie."
"I hope so. Ready?"
"Ready..."
Andrew kissed JenniAnn's hair, looped an arm around her
shoulders, and started the fifth episode.
*~*~*
"So
Nellie haunted herself..." JenniAnn whispered as she
wiped at her eyes.
"Seems so... Poor kid." Andrew blinked back
his own tears.
"And that bloody blinking light again..." JenniAnn
shook her head. "Olivia really is a mess..."
"I'm afraid so. I wonder what happened to her?"
"Dunno... What
I do know is that sleep paralysis scares the heck outta
me. So glad I've never had it."
Andrew hugged JenniAnn.
"You're less likely to. You sleep on your side,
sometimes your stomach. It's more common with
people who sleep on their backs."
"Well, that's comforting at least... But you sleep
on your back. Have you ever..."
Andrew shook his head.
"Good..."
"Yeah. You know, the love montage between Nellie
and Arthur made me think of the opening of Up."
"Same! And I did NOT feel good about it...
Now I know why. I really wonder if they were
inspired by the movie?"
"Maybe. I loved that cup of stars quote."
Andrew smiled at the memory of one of the sweeter
scenes.
"Me too. I think it's from the novel cause it
sounded familiar to me. I jotted it down to
investigate later. 'Insist on your cup of stars;
once they have trapped you into being like everyone else
you will never see your cup of stars again.' Solid
advice."
"Agreed. I feel like Violeta's gonna ask us for a
starred mug for her birthday."
"It does seem like something she'd latch onto. We
can order one tomorrow."
"Sounds good."
JenniAnn rested her cheek on Andrew's chest.
"I think it's touching and sad how the other siblings
could sense when Nellie died. Shared
empathy... That's what I wanted with you."
"I know." Andrew kissed her hair.
"I realize that was foolish. It's better that you
tell me what you need to."
"It is." Andrew closed his eyes for a
moment. "I don't want to imagine our girls ever
fighting like that... Or our boys... Or the
girls with the boys..."
"I hated seeing that, too... I don't think they
ever well. Squabbles, yes. But nothing so
heated as all of that."
Andrew and JenniAnn yawned in unison without realizing
it.
"Ya know, I found my dress moment... When she
opened the pocket watch... At first I thought it
was Arthur's. But it was her Daddy's... It
made me think of when you went to Afghanistan and left
your watch with Shelby."
"Laja..." Andrew brought her hand to his lips.
"If I'd only known what was waiting for us on the other
side of that... Max and Belle and Joshua and Avi
and this..." JenniAnn snuggled closer to Andrew.
The angel smiled sleepily.
"Blessed..." he murmured before another yawn.
JenniAnn nodded then closed her eyes.
Soon, the two were asleep, peaceful in their embrace.
*~*~*
A
Favor
Thursday, April 2nd, 2020
Andrew was in his workshop, busying himself with a
recent order for bookshelves, when his cell phone
rang. His heart sank when he saw the caller's name
and number.
Sylvester
After sucking in and letting out a deep breath, Andrew
answered.
"Hi, Sylvester."
"Hey, Andrew. How's everything going in Dyeland?"
"Well. We're well, thanks. How about...
about you?"
"I'm fine. My family's fine... staying safe.
It's just..."
Andrew closed his eyes when he heard the tremor in the
usually stolid funeral director's voice.
"It's bad here, Andrew. We're working eighteen
hour days to... to keep up. And so many of these
people weren't prepared. They hadn't saved
up. I... I'm discounting services and goods as
much as I can and trying to order more supplies but..."
"How can I help? Please, let me help, Sylvester,"
Andrew pleaded.
"I need coffins. Plain pine is fine. I'll
pay. I just..."
"I'll do it, Sylvester. I'll try to get some help,
too. I'll let you know as soon as I have some done
and we can figure out how to get them to you."
"Thank you, Andrew. I... I truly appreciate this."
"Thank you for what you're doing, Sylvester. I...
I know I have the much easier job," Andrew
insisted. "Is there anything else I can do?"
"Just pray... I know you already are."
"I am. We all are. Sylvester, please take
care of yourself."
"I will. I'm fine. It's just been a rough
day. A... a father came in to... to make
arrangements for his little girl. The mother is
still in the ICU."
"No..." Andrew's eyes welled.
"My heart broke for him."
"Do you need a coffin for her... for the little girl?"
"No. Thanks, though. I had something on
hand. Pink. The father approved of it.
Said she loved pink..."
Andrew winced when he heard Sylvester's ragged breath.
"I have another appointment soon. I better
go. Thank you, Andrew."
"Of course, Sylvester. Thank you. We'll talk
soon."
"Yes. Good bye."
"Good bye."
When the call was ended, Andrew stared at his phone for
a few seconds then peered up at the ceiling.
"Father... Joshua... Please, help Sylvester to
feel Your love surrounding him, Your peace surrounding
him. Let all those who are mourning, all those who
are sick, all those who are fearful... know Your peace,
feel Your peace and let Your love give them
strength. And... and guide my hands as I begin
this work. Amen."
Andrew stood in contemplative silence for a few
moments. He was interrupted by a knock on his
door. He wondered if it was JenniAnn, perhaps
tipped off by Sylvester's wife.
To his surprise, Andrew found Rose waiting outside.
"Rose! What brings you here? Not that I mind
the visit no matter the reason."
Rose smiled at Andrew then cocked her head.
"Are you all right? Your eyes look a little..."
Andrew brushed at his eyes.
"I'm fine. I was just talking to Sylvester."
"Oh... He... he must really be having a hard
time."
Andrew nodded.
"He is. And we can all help him. But we'll
talk about that over dinner. What can I do for
you?"
"Well..." Rose's cheeks flushed. "JenniAnn
mentioned you were doing a grocery run tomorrow?"
Andrew nodded.
"Anything I can get for you?"
"It's kind of embarrassing..."
Andrew smiled and patted her shoulder.
"It's okay. I already need to get... personal
items... for JenniAnn and Shelby."
"It's not pads or anything like that... I mean...
I would need them but..." Rose needlessly lowered
her voice. "I'm late."
Andrew's eyes widened.
"And not to be TMI but... I'm really regular. The
last time I was late... well, you ended up as Gampy."
"So you need a test?"
Rose nodded.
"Okay. Not a problem at all. And I won't say
anything to anyone. Just let me know what brand or
model or whatever it is you need."
Rose withdrew a slip of paper from her pocket and handed
it to Andrew.
"I'd like that one if they have it. We used that
test with Landon and it was right. But if it's
out... just get whatever. Please."
"Will do."
"Thanks. I... I really... I appreciate..."
Rose began to cry.
"Hey... hey there... Come on, let's get you sat
down and comfortable."
"Th-thank you." Rose laughed through her
tears. "I don't think I even need a test.
I'm all sorts of hormonal. But... just everything
going on could also be throwing me off."
"It really could be," Andrew agreed after handing the
young woman a glass of water.
"Thanks. I... I would love to be pregnant
again. And I know Max will be thrilled if I
am. But... I can't help but be scared. If I
am then... then I'd have to leave for prenatal
care. And what if I got it in a doctor's
office? What if the baby got it? Or what if
I brought it back here?"
Andrew dragged a hand through his hair. He'd been
so excited about the prospect of another grandchild that
he hadn't thought about that.
"Rose, if you are pregnant then we'll absolutely figure
something out. Maybe we can talk to Reuel about
making an exception and getting you into El-Chanan for
prenatal care. Or maybe Portia could come
here. Or maybe you could see a doctor in Omaha
where they have far, far fewer cases. Whatever it
ends up being, we will absolutely make sure that both
you and the baby get the care you need. Okay?"
"Okay... Yeah..." Rose nodded.
"Do you want me to go today?" Andrew offered.
"Because I can."
"No, no! I can wait until tomorrow," Rose
assured. "It'll come soon enough."
"Okay... If you're sure..."
"I am. Anyway, I'll let you get back to
work. Thanks again, Andrew... for going tomorrow
and for the chat."
Andrew hugged his daughter-in-law.
"You're absolutely welcome. I'll walk you out."
"Thanks."
When the two were outside, Rose pointed a few yards
away.
"I swear those weren't there when I walked in!"
Andrew looked to where she was pointing... to stacks of
pinewood. His hand went to his heart. He
couldn't have brought himself to charge Sylvester for
the coffins... but paying for that much pine was going
to hurt. Now it was taken care of. Andrew
looked to the sky above.
"Thank You," he whispered.
Rose looked up, too, and smiled. Though the pine
was a mystery, she was grateful.
"Thank You."
The two exchanged a smile when a dove flew from one tree
branch to another then soared above them.
*~*~*
During Avi's lunchtime feeding, Andrew joined JenniAnn
in the boy's nursery. For a few moments, he
allowed himself to admire the serene scene of JenniAnn
nursing their son.
"You said you had something you needed to talk about?"
JenniAnn reminded.
Andrew nodded and pulled a chair beside JenniAnn's.
"I heard from Sylvester this morning."
"Oh..."
"He's nearly out of coffins. He asked me if I
could make some. Just plain pine, given the rush."
"And how do you feel about that?"
Andrew sighed and dragged a hand through his hair.
"Sad that it's necessary. But glad that he asked
me. I do sometimes feel like... like I've been
sitting this out."
JenniAnn adamantly shook her head and rested a hand on
Andrew's arm.
"Love... no. You're doing what everyone has been
asked to do: stay home. And... we need you
here. Joshua knew that. I... I need you
here."
"I... I know that, Laja. I do. And I don't
regret being here. Not at all. But when I
see the news... I feel so helpless."
JenniAnn bowed her head and kissed Avi's hair.
"Me too..."
"So it was good to be given a task that reaches beyond
us."
"I can understand that. How many do you think he
needs?"
"He didn't say. But I was hoping to get him at
least a couple dozen to start."
JenniAnn's eyes welled.
"That's a lot for one man... even if he is an angel."
"I can do it."
"I know you can, Andrew. It's just... should
you? I think you should ask for help."
"I thought about it. I just... I don't want
to bring anyone's mood down further."
"But maybe people will feel the same way you do.
It's something to do. A way to be helpful.
When we made the masks that first week... that felt
good. I want to help. I know I can't help
with the actual carpentry. But... maybe we could
do some simple but elegant edge painting or
stenciling. Something that elevates them above a
plain, uniform pine box. If for no other reason
than to restore some semblance of choice to the
families," JenniAnn continued. "Maybe they have to
settle for a pine box. But if they can choose
between the pine box with blue fleur de lis and the pine
box with lavender flowers... that's something."
Andrew leaned in and kissed JenniAnn's temple.
"It is... You're right. And... it would be
good to have company."
"We'll ask the adults to stick around after dinner
tonight. You can talk to them about it then."
"Yes. Sounds good."
JenniAnn smiled at Andrew then handed Avi to him.
"He's finished. I think some cuddle time would do
you good."
Avi grinned at his Daddy and Andrew returned the smile.
"A lot of good," Andrew agreed, nestling Avi close.
"Ove Daddy..." Avi cooed.
Andrew's eyes twinkled.
"Daddy loves you, too, little bud."
JenniAnn kissed Andrew's cheek and Avi's hair.
"And I love my boys."
"Should we make room for Mama, Avi?" Andrew asked.
Grinning, Avi nodded and scooted to Andrew's right knee
so JenniAnn could sit on his left.
"Ove Mama."
JenniAnn squeezed Avi's hand as he patted her cheek.
Then the little boy burped. Loudly.
"Scu me!" Avi exclaimed.
Andrew chuckled.
"You're excused. Daddy and Mama needed a laugh,
anyway."
Avi grinned again then rested his head against Andrew's
chest. Within a few moments, he was sleeping.
"So sweet..." JenniAnn admired. "You two stay here
and rest. I'll spread the word about tonight."
"Thanks, Laja." Andrew brought her hand to his
lips.
"You're welcome."
JenniAnn caressed the angel's face then left father and
son alone to rest and relax.
*~*~*
That evening, after the little ones had been tucked into
their beds, the adults of the household gathered in the
ballroom for drinks... and a few words from Andrew.
The angel of death took a sip of his wine then gazed at
the faces of those around him. They looked
content... even a little dreamy... in the
firelight. He hated to ruin the mood... but what
he had to say was important.
JenniAnn squeezed Andrew's hand encouragingly.
"Thank you all for meeting up like this. I know
it's been a long day for many of you but... I have
something I need to share. A project I'm hoping as
many of you as possible can help with."
"What do you need, Dad?" Max asked.
"Well... I heard from Sylvester. For those
of you who don't know him, he's a Tunnel Helper.
He's also a funeral director. He owns his own
funeral home and... as you can imagine... he's been very
busy lately. So busy that he's run low on
inventory. And so... he's asked me to make some
plain, pine coffins. Thankfully, God has provided
me with the materials I need. But... I could use
some help. There are several jobs.
Obviously, there's assembly. Not everyone is going
to be able to do that. But there's sanding.
And JenniAnn suggested we might do some simple,
decorative stenciling. Just... just to make them
something a little more than a pine box."
"I can help with assembly," Sy volunteered. "I
haven't forgotten what you taught me."
Andrew smiled at the newlywed.
"Thank you, Sy. I do want to clarify... This
isn't meant to override other obligations. So, Sy,
I would definitely welcome your help... but only as you
have time outside of your studies."
"Sure."
"I can help out however you need, Andrew," Ivy
added. "I'm not sure if I can help build the
coffins. But maybe if Sy teaches me. And, if
not, I know I can sand and paint a little."
"Thank you. Both of you." Andrew beamed at
the couple.
"I can help, too," Takoda offered. "Joshua and I
built some flower boxes together. Seems like the
same skills should apply."
"Absolutely. Thank you, Takoda."
Max raised his hand.
"I'll help however I can in between sessions, Dad."
Rose nodded in agreement with her husband.
"Definitely. Count us both in."
"Count me in for building, Andrew." Nico raised
his glass to him. "It's a good thing you're
doing."
"Very good," Raquel echoed. "I'd be happy to help
with stenciling. I've done a little of that
before."
"I'd like to paint... or stencil or whatever," Shelby
offered.
"And I could help. And sand, too. I like the
smell of wood. It reminds me of Joshua."
Violeta smiled.
"I'm afraid my carpentry skills are lacking," Marty
confessed. "But I'm rather talented with
illuminated manuscripts. I think those skills
could be transferred to painting."
"Wonderful. Thank you all!" Andrew's pride
in his friends and family radiated from him.
"I'm not sure I'd be good at any of it..." Mallory
lamented. "But I could watch the kids as
needed. And clean up around the workshop.
Maybe be a runner? People will need water and
snacks."
"That'd all be great! Thanks, Mallory!"
JenniAnn smiled at the young woman.
"I'm afraid I won't be of much help during work
hours. But I'd be happy to help with sanding in
the evenings," Robert volunteered.
"I can sand or paint or help Mallory with the little
ones," Allison added.
"Thanks, Mom and Dad." JenniAnn hugged her parents
then turned back to the others. "I spoke to Fr.
Mike this afternoon. He'll talk to the Asterians
about helping."
"And Monica's and Liam's quarantine ends today. So
Monica said she'd like to help," Andrew relayed.
"Did anyone speak to Kemara? Or Isolde and Marco?"
Ivy questioned.
"I was hesitant to ask Kemara... I wasn't sure how
she'd feel... surrounded by coffins and knowing Sean is
there in New York," JenniAnn confessed.
Andrew nodded.
"I thought the same about Monica with Arthur
and..." He peered at Ivy and Sy. "I
hesitated about asking you both over tonight but... I
knew you'd see us working."
"I'm glad you asked. I mean... there's no escaping
what's going on. I think it'll help to feel like
we're doing something," Sy explained. "And, yeah,
it's a sad thing to have to do but... it's also what
Joshua would want us to do."
Ivy nodded.
"I agree with my husband." She smiled, revealing
that the novelty had not yet worn off. "And I
think Kemara should at least be given a choice. I
mean imagine if she found out down the road and would
have just enjoyed spending the time with us."
"Good points," JenniAnn agreed. "We'll ask
her. And Isolde and Marco. And you're
right. Just because the reason we're doing this is
deeply sad... I think we need to commit to not making
the process terribly somber. I'm afraid we'll all
lose our minds if we do. We need to chat, joke,
maybe even sing..."
"Definitely," Andrew concurred. "We need to keep
ourselves healthy... mentally as much as physically."
"Sounds like you'll have a good-sized crew, Dad."
Max beamed at Andrew. "When do we start?"
"Well... Tomorrow morning, I guess. Again...
just for whomever's schedule that works with.
People can come and go as they please. I need to
run to the store in the afternoon but I'll be back
afterwards to keep going."
JenniAnn, who knew Andrew had been hesitant about asking
for help, hugged him.
"It'll be good. You'll see," she encouraged.
Andrew smiled at her and everyone gathered around and
nodded.
"It will be."
*~*~*
After bidding the others good night, Andrew and JenniAnn
got ready for bed and made themselves comfortable.
"We can skip an episode tonight, if you want," JenniAnn
offered. "I know it was a heavy day for you."
"It was... But it's going to be heavy days for a
while. I'm okay with watching if you are?"
"I am, actually. When I was younger, I used to
find horror movies kinda comforting. They put
things in perspective, I guess. Whatever was going
on with me, at least I wasn't being stalked by the
undead!" JenniAnn relayed.
Andrew chuckled.
"Good point. So let's see... 'Two Storms.'"
"Ooh. I heard this one was really good," JenniAnn
recalled. "Something about there being one really
long take."
"Well... then let's just see about that..." Andrew
smiled at JenniAnn then started the show.
*~*~*
"Wow..." Andrew exclaimed once the episode had ended.
JenniAnn dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief.
"Poor Nellie..."
"Poor everyone..."
"Yeah... That episode felt almost uncomfortably
real. The awkwardness at the visitation... then
the skeletons coming out of the closet... ALL the
closets."
"Believe it or not, I've seen more dramatic."
Andrew frowned.
JenniAnn grimaced.
"I bet... Didn't a lady steal an urn of ashes one
time?"
"Oh, it's happened more than once. And not always
ladies."
"Crikey..." JenniAnn hugged Andrew's arm
tightly. "That was devastating when Steven was
trying to be strong and help Luke see Nellie's body...
and then it was Steven who fell apart. Sometimes
it worries me that we'll have our eyes on the wrong
kid..."
"How do you mean?"
"Just that, ya know, Violeta is so... I mean she wears
her heart on her sleeve. Everyone can tell when
she's upset and when she's maybe gonna need help
handling something. But Shel and Max... they're
not as easy to read. I have a feeling Belle will
be more like Violeta. I'm not sure yet about
Avi. But just the idea that we'd be focused on our
Luke while our Steven is five seconds away from a
meltdown."
"Laja, we're not mind readers. And God doesn't
expect us to be... nor do the kids. It's not our
job to prevent meltdowns. It's to be there to help
them through those meltdowns and their aftermath,"
Andrew counseled.
"That's a good point... True. Still..."
"I know. It's hard. We want to protect the
kids from pain before it happens... but we just can't."
"Yeah... Andrew?"
"Hmm?"
"I... I had a really dark thought while watching that."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Andrew encouraged,
wrapping an arm around JenniAnn and kissing her hair.
With a nod, she proceeded.
"As much as I hate thinking of leaving our kids
behind... of them being at my funeral... I hate even
more the idea of them being at each other's
funerals... But... but they will be. Unless
some freak The Last Battle type of thing
happens... There... there will be five then four
then three then two... then one. Assuming Violeta
even sticks around. I... I wouldn't blame her if
she didn't."
Andrew let out a shaky breath.
"I'm sorry... I said it was dark," JenniAnn
apologized.
Andrew nodded.
"I... I just wish I had something to say to that.
But I guess... I mean they wouldn't be alone,
Laja. There will be spouses and children and
cousins and friends and God."
"True..." JenniAnn opened her mouth to ask a
question then stopped herself.
"That part where Hugh was looking at his grown children
but seeing them as little kids..." Andrew shook
his head. "That about did me in."
"Oh, I know! It made me wonder if he always sees
them like that."
"Don't we all... on some level?"
JenniAnn smiled.
"I suppose so. Even Max. Sometimes I see
that little boy hiding in the store... just wanting to
be part of a magical world."
"When you were holding Belle yesterday, I could just see
her hair over your shoulder. And for just a
moment... I thought she was a baby again."
Andrew's eyes misted.
"She was so tiny. I remember that first night...
tucking her under my shirt to warm up. If I did
that now..."
Andrew chuckled.
"It would have to be one stretchy shirt!"
"Exactly." Andrew sighed. "I thought of her
when they couldn't find little Nellie. That's the
worst feeling... not knowing where your kid is. It
reminded me of when Belle went missing in the store..."
"Only to find Behnam... which was an incredible
blessing. But those few seconds..." JenniAnn
shuddered. "Awful."
"Yup... So what did you think of the ending?"
"There was something kind of beautiful in it... when
their arguing got really ugly and Nellie's coffin
fell... they all stopped. They stopped and helped
to right her. Do you think Nellie did it...
knocked over her own coffin?"
Andrew nodded.
"I do. She didn't like seeing her family like
that."
"I like that idea. I mean... this is about ghosts
and all. But I like the idea that sometimes our
spirits come back and get to help our loved ones."
"Like you with Violeta when Nen was antagonizing
her." A tear trickled down Andrew's check.
"That was beautiful, too."
"Sweet baby..." JenniAnn clutched her birthstone
cross and rubbed her finger over Violeta's stone.
Andrew kissed her hair.
"So... we done for the night or..."
"It's up to you."
"I actually wouldn't mind continuing. The next one
is called 'Eulogy.' I'm guessing Nellie's
funeral. Seems like that and the visitation should
be watched together."
"Agreed."
"Then here we go..."
Andrew resumed the show and let out a contented sigh as
JenniAnn settled back into his arms.
*~*~*
JenniAnn blinked a few times and shook her head once the
episode ended.
"Poor Hugh... So are you in agreement that he most
definitely did not kill Olivia?"
"Oh yeah. No way."
"So... do you think she killed herself? I can't
imagine choosing to leave my babies like that..."
JenniAnn bit her lip and blinked back further tears.
Andrew shook his head as he perused the show's main
page.
"Three more episodes left... And, no, I
don't. Not exactly, anyway. I don't think
she chose to commit suicide, I guess is what I'm
saying."
"Poor Olivia... Do you
think the black mold is making her crazy?"
"No... I think it's more than that."
"Like?"
Andrew dragged a hand through his hair.
"I think the house is possessed in a sense. And,
maybe, in a manner... it possesses her and she does
things that she otherwise wouldn't do."
"Oh... Can that happen?" JenniAnn asked with
alarm.
"Possession?"
"Well, I mean I know demonic possession happens.
It's in the Gospels. But like... can ghosts
possess people?"
Andrew shrugged.
"I've heard reports... from humans. Not from God
or other angels or anything like that. I've
definitely never seen it. But within the world of
the show... I think it's possible. And I don't
think it has to mean, like, a ghost jumping into
someone's body. Just... getting into their
head. Psychological abuse, maybe, is a better term
than possession here."
"Ah. Gotcha. That makes sense.
Anyway... to a brighter moment! I'm
glad Theo had a bit of a breakthrough with her Daddy."
Andrew hugged JenniAnn.
"Me too. Poor guy. Someone needs to be on
his side. At least a little."
"Yeah... And that poem Shirley read was so
beautiful... I want to look the whole thing up
tomorrow." JenniAnn jotted a note down.
"Luke's eulogy..." Andrew blinked back
tears. "Just think about it is making me well up
again."
"Yes... Even with the forewarning... I had no idea
this show was this emotional!" JenniAnn exclaimed.
"Yeah. I wasn't fully prepared, either," Andrew
agreed. "Mr. Dudley's story... To lose a
baby..." He shook his head.
"And him and Mrs. Dudley hearing a baby crying
afterwards... Do... do you think the baby is still
in the house?"
"I think it's possible... but, again, just in the world
of the show. Laja, I've never heard of a baby
getting stuck. People with unfinished business...
maybe. But babies? No."
"Good..." JenniAnn nuzzled his shoulder.
"Did you notice, though... He said that was their
first baby. So do they have other children?"
Andrew sat up and cocked his head.
"He did say that! It slipped right past me until
you said that. Huh... I hope so!"
"Me too. Maybe we'll find out more in the next
episode. But for right now..." JenniAnn
raised her arms to stretch and yawned. "Bedtime?"
"Bedtime," Andrew agreed with a smile.
"I hope the girls will be okay tonight... 'The
Bent-Neck Lady' was tough."
"They'll be shaken... but okay. They have each
other."
"Yeah..." JenniAnn kissed Andrew. "G'night,
love."
"G'night, sweet Laja."
After a few moments, JenniAnn fell asleep.
Andrew, however, struggled to find the same peace.
His gaze flicked around the room.
Willowveil was nothing like Hill House.
It might have looked like it... once upon a time before
a teenaged JenniAnn and her friends had decided to have
it painted lavender and sky blue. Before austere
tables had been covered by tie-dyed tablecloths.
Before flowy, lacy curtains had been hung. Before
dusty shelves had been cleaned and filled with the books
of Lucy Maud Montgomery and Laura Ingalls Wilder,
William Shakespeare and William Wordsworth, Max Lucado
and C.S. Lewis.
It might once have even been said to be haunted... but
not by ghosts. Only by the memories of their old
friends... those who had moved on from Dyeland and whose
only return was an annual Christmas card placed on the
mantle.
But Willowveil was a second home to Andrew... A
place filled with bright and soothing colors, with
sweet, enticing scents, with wonderful memories, with
warmth, with love... love he could never have
imagined... with family.
And yet...
Andrew screwed his eyes shut against the memory of a
different Willowveil... a Willowveil covered with
graffiti and cobwebs, mold and moss. Nen's and
Tzila's Willowveil.
JenniAnn sighed in her sleep.
Andrew softly stroked her back.
She was real. Their room was real. The
castle was real... that other castle was not.
Most of all, God was real.
Andrew kissed JenniAnn's hair, soaking in the scent of
lavender, letting the sensations relax him.
"Thank You," he murmured.
Soft, familiar humming responded, causing the angel of
death to smile.
"Joshua..."
As he said the beloved name, Andrew's eye lids grew
heavy and, soon, he was asleep.
*~*~*
Testing
Friday, April 3rd, 2020
The following morning, after a hearty breakfast, the
Willowveil and McCallum households gathered in the yard
between Andrew's workshop and the castle. Soon, a
lone figure joined them.
"Fr. Mike!!!" JenniAnn exclaimed as she ran to her old
friend.
The priest caught her in his embrace and laughed.
"JenniAnn! So good to see you! So
good." He smiled at those gathered around in the
yard between Andrew's workshop and Willowveil. "So
good to see all of you!"
"Hey, Fr. Mike." Kemara approached and hugged him.
"Kemara... how are you doing?" he asked, his tone gentle
and sympathetic.
Kemara shrugged.
"Some days are better than others. But it's good
to be among friends."
"That it is," Fr. Mike heartily agreed. He waved
towards Ilios. "My parents are coming along with
some friends... Dad's hay wagon doesn't go as fast
as my horse, naturally."
Andrew clapped the priest on the back.
"I'm so grateful for all the help. Thank
you! If you want, you can lead Ignatius over to
the stable where he'll have company. And apples."
"Will do. Thanks!"
"Any word on Isolde and Marco?" Rose asked.
JenniAnn shook her head.
"Not since last night. Isolde was still feeling
kinda nervous... but I think Marco is feeling stir crazy
so... we'll see!"
"I can imagine this is especially hard when you've lived
through other epidemics... and nearly lost your husband
to one." Ivy squeezed Sy's hand.
"Yeah... My heart really broke for her. I
could tell she misses everyone but she said that God had
already given her and Marco more time together than most
anyone ever gets. Like she thinks they've
over-stayed their welcome our something..."
JenniAnn shook her head.
Max grimaced.
"I hope they do come. That doesn't sound like
Isolde..."
"I know," JenniAnn agreed. "It worried me."
"Worry no more." Andrew clasped JenniAnn's
shoulders and turned her in the direction of the
Mystical Mountains.
Marco and Isolde were approaching, with Bram in the
latter's arms.
"Oh good... C'mon, let's go greet them," JenniAnn
suggested.
Andrew nodded, took her hand, and headed towards the
couple. He halted when they were several feet away
from the Crocettis.
"Stop, Laja. In case they want space."
"Oh. Right..."
To Andrew's and JenniAnn's relief, Isolde and Marco came
near.
"Andrew! JenniAnn! So great to see you
both!" Marco hugged them.
"You too! And look at you!" Andrew smiled at
the baby.
"Oh my gosh... He's changed so much since last we
saw him!" JenniAnn shook her head in amazement.
Isolde beamed.
"He's such a good little fellow and yes... he's getting
so big." She handed her son to his father then
embraced Andrew and then JenniAnn.
"I'm so glad you're here," JenniAnn murmured.
"Me too. I... I was nervous. But Marco
reminded me that no one's left in weeks... except Andrew
who can't catch it. And that my mental health was
also important... I'd started to name the
appliances."
"Aww!" JenniAnn squeezed her hand. "Well,
you're among friends now. Let's head over to the
others. If you'd feel more comfortable, we can put
you at a station a bit off from..."
"No," Isolde interrupted. "We're okay.
Really. I just want to be around people again..."
"We totally get that," Andrew assured. "Did you
eat? We have some leftovers from breakfast if..."
"I'm fine. Thanks, though!" Marco replied.
"Isolde? You didn't eat much this morning."
"I spose I was a wee bit nervous. But I'm fine."
"Well, just holler if you get hungry. And we have
some granola bars and popcorn and stuff like that
sitting out. Stuff we'd stocked up on for Bible
studies so..." JenniAnn sighed.
"It's been nice to see everyone, at least. Much
nicer than just writing letters that take weeks to
arrive... if they even do." Marco shrugged.
"Just looking for the bright side, I guess."
"As we all should," Andrew encouraged. "Technology
can be a great, great thing."
"Amen to that," Isolde agreed. "So did many
people..."
Her voice drifted off when they approached Willowveil
and saw that the Asterians had arrived, at least a dozen
of them.
"Top of the morning to you!" Lewellyn greeted.
"Wow..." Andrew gaped. "I had no idea..."
"So many people wanted to come lend a hand," Sibyll
replied. "More than we could fit in the wagon
even. So we'll do daily rotations. If you do
need more help, Lewellyn can make another trip."
"Oh no..." Andrew shook his head. "This is
more than fine. I'm so..." His eyes
welled. "This really means a lot."
Sibyll hugged him.
"Mike was concerned about you. It's a lot to take
on... physically, yes. But more emotionally.
You should have friends and family with you."
JenniAnn rubbed Andrew's back.
"I couldn't have said it better myself."
"Well, I feel truly and completely blessed."
Andrew beamed.
"Good. Now... Why don't you say a few words
so everyone knows how this is going?" JenniAnn prompted.
"Yeah. Sure." Andrew moved to the steps of
his workshop and spoke loudly. "Thank you, so
much, to all of you for coming. This truly, truly
means a lot to me and I know it'll mean so much to
Sylvester and, more importantly, to his clients.
Personally, I just love seeing all of you
together... It's been too long. And I... I
know we're missing lots of people. But I also know
they're with us in spirit."
The crowd applauded in agreement.
"Thank you. So... a few ground rules."
Andrew mimed quote marks. "The building stations
are closest to the workshop. The sanding stations
are just to the side. And the painting and
stenciling stations are closest to Willowveil.
We'll need a little bit of time to get to the latter so
feel free to experiment with the cardstock and remnants
of wood while you wait. Snacks and a cooler are
right in the middle there. Take breaks as you need
to. Don't worry about it. And if you just
need to go for a walk or visit the chapel or whatever to
reflect... please do that. We have some sack
lunches for noon... but also know you can go home if
you'd prefer. After lunch, I'm doing a grocery
run. If you need me to pick anything up, let me
know. Umm... Oh, we have a first aid kit in
each area. Hopefully we don't need them! And
just remember... have a good time being together.
This doesn't need to be somber and sad. But
also... it's okay to feel whatever you feel.
Anyway... I asked Fr. Mike to lead us in a prayer
so... Fr. Mike, please."
The priest joined Andrew on the steps and made the sign
of the cross.
"Dear Father... Joshua... we ask You to send Your Spirit
to work among us, to guide our hands in this important
work. Help us to enjoy each other's company and
this beautiful weather. We pray also for our
friends who can't be here... may You guard them against
loneliness, against boredom, against despair. We
know that while we may be separated by distance, we
remain joined together by Your love and our love for
each other. Finally, we lift up to You those who
are sick, those who are mourning, those who are
burnt-out, those who are anxious. May they draw
strength from Your peace and love. Amen."
"Amen," the others echoed.
Andrew and Fr. Mike hugged.
"Thank you, Fr. Mike. And now..." Andrew
smiled at the crowd. "Here we go."
The group cheered and began their work.
*~*~*
Two hours later, JenniAnn was painting when Shelby and
Violeta joined her.
"Hey there! Taking a break from sanding?"
Violeta nodded.
"We got ahead of the builders so thought we'd join
you. Also... we wanted to talk about the show."
"Ah... You watched 'The Bent-Neck Lady' last
night?"
Both girls nodded.
"What did you think?"
"It was... sad," Violeta replied. "Poor
Nellie... She was so scared of something... that
ended up being her."
JenniAnn patted her hand.
"It was pretty chilling," she agreed.
"I felt kinda bad for Steven," Shelby shared. "I
mean he obviously made a mistake with the book.
But when Nellie was so mad at him in front of all those
people... I thought about how it would feel if
Belle was ever really, really mad at me. And then
if I couldn't make it up to her..."
JenniAnn set down her brush and hugged the teenager
whose eyes had filled.
"Aww, sweetie... I can't imagine that ever
happening. Steven was pretty disrespectful in not
going over the book with his siblings before he sold
it. You would never do that."
"No... never."
"If... if..." Violeta's eyes welled.
JenniAnn motioned for Violeta to sit then wrapped an arm
around her.
"If what, honey?"
"If something... did happen to you... are you
sure..." The angel lowered her voice. "Are
you sure your parents wouldn't try to take Belle and
Avi? I feel like their aunt took them away from
Hugh..."
"Oh Violeta..." JenniAnn kissed her hair.
"They go into that a bit more in the next episode but
I'm still not sure that's even what really happened on
the show. I think Hugh was just so shaken by what
happened with Olivia that he thought the kids were
better off with their aunt. I don't think she
necessarily took custody away from him. And if
something did happen to me... Andrew would keep it
together a lot better. He wouldn't want you kids
to be separated. And, besides, I don't think my
parents would do that. Even if they did, I don't
think they'd have a legal leg to stand on.
Further... they know this is the safest place for Avi."
Violeta visibly relaxed.
"That's true... And it's not that I think they're
awful people. But... their aunt's probably not
awful, either."
"No. She doesn't seem so. It was just a
really bad situation... a situation we're not gonna ever
face. We don't live in a ghost-infested
house. And even if we did... I would have
faith that Joshua was with me. And he's much, much
stronger than all ghosts ever combined. Right?"
Violeta and Shelby both responded with eager nods.
JenniAnn hugged them both.
"Are you still glad you decided to watch or..."
Shelby nodded eagerly.
"I am! I love the style of storytelling they're
using... jumping back and forth between timelines.
And the acting is awesome!"
"Agreed." JenniAnn directed her attention to
Violeta. "And you?"
Violeta bit her lip.
"I think so... I mean... I agree with what Shel
said. But... I guess I thought it would be more...
fun. I mean even when there's a jump scare... you
learn more and then it just ends up being sad."
Troubled, JenniAnn took one of Violeta's hands in hers.
"Do you think maybe you should stop watching? I
mean remember... this isn't an assignment. This is
just something Miguel..."
"But I don't wanna be left out! Even Ivy and Sy
are watching it."
"Really? I didn't know that."
Violeta nodded.
"I think they might have even finished. And Ivy
told me to just stick with it. She said I'd
probably feel better about it at the end. And
she's probably right. I don't want to leave the
Crains where they are now... grieving and angry
and divided."
"That makes sense," JenniAnn responded. "But... I
wouldn't mind asking Ivy and Sy a few questions so... if
you girls would excuse me for just a bit."
"Okay."
"Yeah, okay."
JenniAnn smiled at both girls then headed towards the
construction area where Ivy and Sy were working
together. They both stopped when they saw JenniAnn
approaching.
"Hey! How goes the painting?" Ivy asked.
"Really good, thanks. How about things over
here?" JenniAnn ran her hand over a corner of the
coffin they were working on. "These edges are so
smooth... Great job!"
Sy chuckled.
"Yeah... It took a couple tries for me to get back
into the swing of it. Andrew had to shave down a
couple corners on our first two."
"I'm sure he didn't mind." JenniAnn glanced over
at the angel of death who was working feverishly.
She made a mental note to offer him a massage that
evening. "Hey so Violeta mentioned that you're
also watching Hill House..."
With a laugh, Ivy nodded.
"Well... kinda. We were watching."
"You stopped?"
"Nope. We binged it. We've finished it... at
least for the first time," Sy explained.
JenniAnn balked.
"Really?"
"Yep. We were thinking of starting it again
tonight. There's so many little things we
missed! Like did you know there are ghosts lurking
in the background of many shots?" Ivy asked. "I
mean the super obvious ones, of course. Like the
old lady on the bed or the man in the hat. But
less obvious ones, too. Lots of them."
"No... I didn't know that."
"And they wrote backstories for a bunch of them!" Sy
enthused.
"So... you enjoyed the show? You didn't get
depressed or anything?" JenniAnn questioned. "I'm
just asking cause I'm not sure about Violeta..."
Ivy gazed across the lawn at her friend.
"It is a hard watch... but I think it would be better if
she'd stick with it as opposed to stopping. I
don't want to give too much away but... the end reminds
me of C.S. Lewis of all things."
"Really!" JenniAnn laughed. "Was not
expecting that..."
"I mean it's not all sunshine and roses," Ivy
clarified. "But it's definitely a satisfying
ending. I mean... I cried buckets."
"She wasn't alone in that," Sy interjected.
"But it was a good sort of cry," Ivy explained.
"What episode are Violeta and Shelby on?"
"Just finished 'The Bent-Neck Lady.' Now they can
go onto 'Two Storms.' Nellie's visitation.
And 'Eulogy.'"
Ivy grimaced.
"Ugh. Then, yeah, she needs to keep
watching. Because that would be a really troubling
place to stop."
"Andrew and I watched 'Eulogy' last night. That
didn't feel a whole lot better..." JenniAnn
smiled. "But I trust your judgments."
Ivy hugged her.
"Violeta will be okay. Really. I'm
actually..."
"Actually what?" JenniAnn pressed after Ivy drifted off.
Ivy looked over at Sy who shrugged.
"Well... It's just that after we finished
it... We were actually kind of concerned about
Andrew watching it."
"Andrew?" JenniAnn again looked over at him.
"It's just, umm..." Ivy sighed.
"Hugh has to make a decision that we think kind of
mirrors a decision Andrew is going to have to
make. Eventually. Hopefully not for a long,
long time," Sy stressed.
JenniAnn began to spin her claddagh ring anxiously.
"Okay..."
"But... you know... maybe that'll be a good thing for
you both to talk about now," Ivy suggested.
"Before it's... a real thing."
"Now I'm curious..." JenniAnn studied Andrew for a
few minutes. "Hugh does remind me of him in some
ways... The way he keeps saying 'I can fix
this...' Andrew's gotten better about it.
Joshua being around helped immensely. But...
He still has that in him. I mean just the way he's
handling this quarantine..."
"The shower is, uh, interesting." Sy gestured
towards the makeshift structure.
"I know..." JenniAnn sighed. "I've been
reading some articles and such and even a lot of
frontline workers are just taking off their shoes when
they get home and then taking a shower... in their
home. And they're much more apt to carry it than
Andrew but..."
"There's no harm in it," Sy stressed. "If it makes
him feel better..."
"Yeah..." JenniAnn smiled at the couple.
"Anyway, I better get back to Shel and Violeta.
But thanks for the chat."
"Sure thing!" Ivy hugged JenniAnn again.
"Don't hesitate to ask us if we can help answer any more
questions."
"And let us know when you're finished!" Sy added.
"We'd love to chat."
"Will do! You two staying for lunch?"
Ivy and Sy nodded.
"Good! We'll chat more then!"
With a wave, JenniAnn left the two and returned to
Violeta and Shelby. To her relief, both girls were
calmly painting and chatting about the sheep.
"And then Silly tried to hide. I think sometimes
he gets tired of being a Daddy."
Shelby laughed.
"Well, then he could stop, ya know, doing what he does
with Mary..."
"I told him that but... he's a sheep. I don't
think he understands."
Smiling, JenniAnn sat down and joined them in painting
and getting the latest details on the ovine soap opera.
*~*~*
After lunch, Andrew made his way to Omaha to get
groceries. Despite the large number of items he
had to obtain, the trip itself went relatively quickly
thanks to JenniAnn's ability to order his list based on
the blueprint of the store. But there was one item
she hadn't put on the list...
Andrew stared at the shelves in the wellness
section. He looked at the note Rose had given him
for direction. Scanning the items, he seized upon
the test she wanted. After a moment's hesitation,
he grabbed two more.
"Just in case..." he murmured to himself.
Following a final run to stock up on ice cream, Andrew
wheeled his brimming cart to a register where a grinning
attendant awaited him.
"Wow! People have been stocking up but I think
that's the fullest cart I've seen!" she exclaimed.
Blushing, Andrew smiled at her.
"Yeah... Technically, I'm shopping for six
households."
The cashier's smile faded.
"Wow... That many people have pre-existing
conditions? Sorry... I shouldn't have
asked."
Andrew shrugged as she began to ring up his groceries.
"It's okay. And not really. Just a couple
but we're all staying together during this. So it
just seemed safer to send one person out. Believe
it or not, I'm actually picking up more at a second
location. We didn't want to take too much from any
one store so there wasn't enough left for someone else."
"Aww... I'm afraid not many people are thinking
like that."
"It's easier for me to get out than some."
"So, if you don't mind my asking, who all have ya got
staying with you?"
Andrew grinned.
"This could take a while... There's my partner and
our kids. Our adult son and his family..."
The cashier's eyes widened.
"No way... You don't have an adult son."
The angel chuckled.
"I do. And a grandson. I'm older than I
look. Anyway... we've also got my partner's
parents."
"That... could be interesting."
"It's been fine. Mostly. I also picked up
some things for some elderly friends. And another
couple families nearby who can't get out. And
assorted family friends hunkering down with us."
"And, umm, maybe more on the way?"
Andrew smiled as the pregnancy tests were run up.
"Yeah. Maybe. My daughter-in-law thinks she
might be expecting."
"Aww! Such a good dad to pick up pregnancy
tests. You know, one's usually pretty reliable."
Andrew nodded.
"I thought I'd stock up. Friends might need
them. Or, you know, this one might be negative but
down the road..."
"True! I'm kinda hoping for a Corona baby bump."
"It would definitely give us a much-needed silver
lining," Andrew agreed. "Have things calmed down
around here since the first couple of weeks? I'm
Andrew, by the way."
"Jill! Hi! And... yeah. I mean
kinda. It was total pandemonium at first. We
seriously didn't have a single roll of toiler
paper. We're still busier than usual.
Probably just more people needing groceries since kids
are home and they're not going to restaurants. But
nothing like that first week..."
"Well, thank you for being here. And for the
chat."
"Hey, you too!" Jill beamed at Andrew as she ran
up the final items. "And good luck to your DIL
with the test, Grandpa."
Andrew chuckled as he lifted his bags into the cart.
"Thanks! Have a good day, Jill. Stay safe."
"You too, Andrew!"
After a final wave, Andrew made his way to the Jolly
Green, still smiling. He loaded up the groceries
and returned the cart. Once he was seated, he
found himself reluctant to leave.
For a few minutes, things had seemed pleasantly
normal. Now... after a quick pick-up of more
groceries... he would return home... where he and his
friends were building coffins.
Andrew took in and let out a few deep breaths.
"Be with me," he prayed.
Then, after another few moments of stillness, Andrew
started up the van and headed to his next stop.
*~*~*
Once Andrew was back in Dyeland, a team of helpers
worked on divvying up the groceries while he
showered. After he was done, he retrieved one
small package that he'd stashed behind some bushes and
made his way to Rose's and Max's bedroom where the
former was watching over a napping Landon.
Rose jumped up as soon as she saw the angel in the
doorway.
"Hey," she greeted.
"Hey." Andrew smiled and set the small paper bag
on a nearby chair. "I bought three. Just in
case... You can keep the other two on hand in case
you need them. Or someone else might."
"Aww, thanks." Rose hugged Andrew. "Max is
in sessions until 5:00... I'll take one
then. I don't want to have to wait to tell him...
and I don't want to distract him either."
"I totally understand."
"We'll let you and JenniAnn know as soon as
possible. I... I really do appreciate this,
Andrew. And I really... I'm grateful that
you and JenniAnn agreed to let us stay here.
Whatever the outcome of the test... I'm just really glad
we're surrounded by family."
"Absolutely! We love having the three of you
here!" Andrew smiled when Rose yawned.
"Maybe you should join Landon in taking a nap?" he
suggested.
With a sleepy smile, Rose nodded.
"I think I'll do that. You headed back outside?"
"Yup."
"Okay. Just don't push yourself."
Andrew chuckled.
"You sound like JenniAnn."
"Good. Then you get to hear it in stereo."
Rose hugged him. "See you soon."
"See you soon."
With a wave, Andrew left the room, quietly closing the
door behind him. He made his way to the backyard
where the construction, sanding, and painting had
continued.
"Hey, Andrew!" Fr. Mike greeted. "Come see!
We have seven completely finished, three being painted,
and three more in the works."
"Wow... You all made a lot of progress in two
hours." Andrew rested a hand on a completed
coffin. "Thank you all."
"Thank you for including us!" Nico responded. "It
feels good to give back."
"Also..." JenniAnn approached and tucked her arm
through Andrew's. "I spoke to Vincent while you
were gone. He's agreed that if we just get them
through the portal, he'll have a team take them through
the Tunnels and to Sylvester's basement. Starting
tomorrow. However many times they're needed."
Andrew kissed her hair.
"That's great... that's really, really great.
Thank you for arranging that. And now... I'm gonna
get back to work."
Andrew smiled at the trio and headed towards the
construction area.
"He looks tired," JenniAnn murmured.
Fr. Mike patted her shoulder.
"He's got a lot on his mind. My group needs to
head back in a couple of hours." He checked his
watch. "Maybe more like an hour and a half.
That'll be a good cue for everyone to stop."
"Yeah," JenniAnn agreed.
"I'll keep an eye on him," Nico volunteered.
"Thanks." JenniAnn sighed. "Guess I'll get
back to painting."
The three parted and returned to their stations, each
one of them keeping an eye on Andrew.
*~*~*
Around 4:30, Andrew's crew dispersed with everyone
promising to return the following day. As Andrew
gathered some fresh clothes and prepared for his second
shower of the day, JenniAnn watched him closely.
"You look really stiff," she observed. "Would you
like a massage after your shower?"
Andrew smiled gratefully.
"I would. Thank you. But maybe not right
after. I want to talk to Max once he's done and...
I'd rather not cut my massage so short."
"I'd rather not cut it short, either," JenniAnn
agreed. "And... I told the girls we'd probably
want to take tonight off from the show. Get some
extra... rest."
Andrew smiled at the way she said the final word.
"Thank you. That sounds really good. And
now... I'm going to go get cleaned up."
"Me too. See ya in a bit."
"Happily." Andrew pecked JenniAnn on the cheek
then headed to his old room to shower. As he
passed Max's and Rose's door, he smiled and hoped that,
very soon, they'd have good news to celebrate.
*~*~*
Shortly after 5:00, there was a knock on Andrew's and
JenniAnn's door. JenniAnn, who had been brushing
her hair, looked up curiously when Andrew ushered Max
and Rose in and closed the door. She cocked her
head when she noticed the picnic basket in Max's hand.
"Aww, are you two gonna have a picnic dinner?
Would you like us to watch Landon?" she offered.
Grinning, Max shook his head.
"No. Your mom has him right now. And this
isn't a picnic. It's..." He unloaded a
bottle of champagne and another of sparkling grape juice
along with four flutes. "A celebration."
Andrew beamed at Rose who nodded.
"A celebration? Of what?" JenniAnn asked.
"And thanks for remembering that I can't drink with
nursing Avi."
"I absolutely had that in mind," Max affirmed.
"But..."
"You're not the only one who can't have alcohol right
now," Rose informed with a giggle.
JenniAnn looked from Rose's face to Max's to
Andrew's.
Rose gently patted her belly.
"A baby!" JenniAnn exclaimed. "You're pregnant!"
"Yep!" Rose hugged her mother-in-law. "And
we know thanks to Gampy."
JenniAnn peered at Andrew over Max's shoulder as they
hugged.
"You knew!"
Andrew chuckled.
"I had reason to suspect. Rose asked me to pick up
a pregnancy test today."
"He brought back three... just in case." Rose
hugged the angel.
"I'm so thrilled for both of you! And for
Landon! And for us!" Andrew cheered. "But,
most of all, for the little one. They're getting
amazing, loving parents."
"Thanks, Dad." Max embraced him. "And
wonderful grandparents, too." He sighed
happily. "This is a much needed silver
lining." He poured the drinks and passed them
out. "To Baby Remus," he toasted.
"To Baby Remus!" the other three echoed.
"And to his beautiful mommy," Max added.
"To Rose!" Andrew and JenniAnn cheered.
"And to his awesome daddy." Rose kissed Max's
cheek.
"To Max!"
The quartet exchanged more hugs and sipped their drinks
before focusing on more practical affairs.
"We'd really appreciate it if you'd keep this to
yourselves at least until after my first prenatal
appointment," Rose requested.
"Absolutely," JenniAnn agreed as Andrew nodded.
"And... we need to figure out how we're going to do
those," Max added.
"I can talk to Reuel if you'd like," Andrew
offered. "I'd have to tell him someone was
pregnant, though."
"We appreciate that," Rose replied. "And we'll
definitely go that route if we have to. But... we
were thinking of looking into someone in Omaha.
Ideally, I'd like to deliver the baby in New York... if
things are under control by then. And it would
just make things easier if all my records were, ya know,
from Earth."
"Good point." JenniAnn rested a hand on Andrew's
back. "I know Portia will do anything she can to
help, too. But... she doesn't have access to an
ultrasound Below. You'd still have to go Above for
that and Omaha is much safer than New York right now."
"We'd be willing to move back to our place if..."
Andrew shook his head before Max could finish his
sentence.
"No, no. You don't have to do that. I didn't
want people coming and going when they didn't really
have to. But medical care is a completely
different story."
"Exactly," JenniAnn agreed. "Of course you can
stay here."
"Even though the jury's still out on them, I'm totally
gonna wear a mask," Rose promised. "And Max will,
too. If he goes with me."
Max nodded.
Andrew smiled reassuringly at them both.
"I'm sure you'll both be very responsible."
"Definitely! And we'll take showers before coming
inside!" Max vowed.
Andrew grimaced.
"Not sure I want Rose out in that..."
JenniAnn laughed and hugged him.
"How chivalrous. It is a bit... makeshift.
Rose, you can shower at my parents'. They won't
mind. And it's sitting vacant except for Andrew's
brief appearances there so... Actually, Andrew,
why haven't you been doing that?"
The angel of death blushed.
"The thought somehow never came to me..."
JenniAnn hugged him.
"It's okay! I watched you build the shower out
back and it never occurred to me either. Minds are
just a bit fuzzy now is all... But..." She
beamed at the younger couple. "We'll have better
things to focus on now. This is such good
news! Another lil grandbaby. Ya know... I
was secretly hoping quarantine might bring us another
little one!"
Andrew chuckled.
"Secretly except to me..." he clarified.
Max smiled proudly and looped an arm around Rose's
waist.
"Well, I'm glad we came through for you, Maja."
"Me too!" JenniAnn turned her attention to
Rose. "And how have you been feeling? Do you
need anything?"
"Oh, I'm just fine. A little more tired than usual
but that's it... and that could just be the general way
of things right now," Rose explained. "Otherwise,
I've been feeling really good."
"Well, you take it easy when you need to," Andrew
counseled. "And don't feel like you need to keep
helping with sanding or painting or anything."
"That's what I said," Max piped up.
Rose rolled her eyes but smiled.
"I'm pregnant... not made of glass. Sitting on a
bench and painting is fine. Especially when it
means catching up with people." She rested a hand
on Andrew's arm. "I really had a nice time today."
JenniAnn nodded.
"I did, too. It was so nice to be around so many
people again. And this..." She waved her
champagne flute towards Rose and Max. "This is the
perfect way to cap off our first day."
"Absolutely!" Andrew agreed.
Another round of hugs started up after which
conversation turned to Max's and Rose's plans for
preparing for the arrival of their little one.
*~*~*
In spite of his weariness, Andrew was still in a
celebratory mood that evening when he and JenniAnn had
retired to their room. At his request, they spent
some time dancing before JenniAnn coaxed him to their
bed. He removed his shirt, sat down, and watched
dreamily as she lit candles, turned on some soft,
relaxing music, and set out her assorted oils and balms.
"Anywhere I should focus on?" JenniAnn asked.
"Mmm... Shoulders and lower back, please."
"Kay. Remember to keep sipping your water."
"Will do."
JenniAnn set to work kneading his shoulders.
"They're like rocks..." she observed.
"Probably should have stretched more this morning."
"Remember tomorrow. Okay?"
Andrew nodded, reached back, and squeezed JenniAnn's
hand.
"Will do."
"And I think we should all take Sunday off... not
because I think God would be mad about us working on
something like that on the Sabbath. I just think
it would be a good idea."
"I agree. Unless..."
"Unless Sylvester really, really needs us to."
Andrew nodded.
"When I called him earlier to say we had fifteen ready
to move tomorrow, he was thrilled. He didn't seem
desperate for more so... I think that's fine."
"Good."
Andrew groaned softly.
"Sorry," JenniAnn apologized.
"No... it's fine. It feels better after that
initial throb."
"Good."
After a few more minutes, JenniAnn moved away.
"Now why don't you get comfy on your stomach so I can
get to your back?"
"Laja, aren't your hands getting tired?"
"They're fine," JenniAnn insisted. "Besides, you
can give me a hand massage after."
Andrew smiled.
"Will do. Happily."
He got comfortable on his stomach.
"Laja..." he sighed as she got to work.
"Feel good?"
"Mmm hmm..."
"Good."
"I think I owe you more than a hand massage..."
JenniAnn laughed.
"Hey now, this isn't all about you. I get
something out of it, too. And not just the whole
skin-to-skin contact thing. It's nice going to bed
and smelling sandalwood and verbena and patchouli."
"This is true... So did you have any idea about
Rose?"
"Nope! I really, really was hoping. But
nothing had made me suspect. And, I mean, she is
still really early on in her pregnancy. I did feel
like you were maybe holding something back. But I
thought it was just worries. This is much nicer!"
"Definitely."
"I am a lil bit concerned... I just hope there
won't be any health care disruptions."
"I hope so, too. But even if there were, we have
Portia. There are a couple of midwives among the
Asterians. It wouldn't be ideal. But it's
something."
"True."
"And I really do think Reuel would make an exception in
this case."
"Also true."
Andrew chuckled.
"I can't believe you're gonna be a grandma twice over,
Laja."
"And you certainly don't look like you should be a
grandpa twice over but... we all know your looks are
deceiving," JenniAnn teased before kissing Andrew's
hair.
The angel smiled.
"We've come a long, long way."
"Yep... I can remember the first time I kissed
your hair. It seemed like a thrilling... slightly
illicit... thing."
Andrew rolled onto his back and smiled up at JenniAnn
who wiped off her hands.
"I wonder what the Laja of then would have made of
this?"
"Probably woulda fainted dead away," JenniAnn murmured.
Andrew reached up and buried a hand in her hair.
JenniAnn sunk down and kissed him.
Andrew's hands glided through her hair as he returned
her kiss.
Sighing, JenniAnn nuzzled his chest.
"Your hands..." Andrew reminded.
JenniAnn looked up and shook her head.
"Just wanna lay here like this right now."
"Okay."
Andrew wrapped an arm around her and kissed her
forehead.
"I love you, Laja," he whispered.
"I love you, too. And all of this..."
JenniAnn's voice drifted off.
"All of this?" Andrew prompted.
"All of this staying home... working together... being
together almost all of the time... I thought...
It's not that I thought we'd get sick of each other
but..."
"I could never get sick of you," Andrew insisted.
"And I couldn't get sick of you! But I thought
maybe I'd... calm down? I mean I guess it's only
been three weeks but... I still get excited that we get
to fall asleep together every single night and wake up
together and..."
"Laja..." Tears filled the angel's eyes as they
kissed.
"Closer..." JenniAnn encouraged.
Andrew gently lowered the straps of her nightgown and
kissed her right shoulder. He was just about to do
the same with her left shoulder when there was a soft
knock on their door.
JenniAnn groaned.
The knocking persisted.
Andrew let out a sigh and began to look for his shirt.
"Be right there," JenniAnn called as loudly as she dared
with Avi sleeping in the nursery.
"It's me. We need to talk."
JenniAnn stared at Andrew. She'd been expecting a
kid... not her mother. And she didn't sound
panicked... more irritated.
"But it's 10:37," she spat out after looking at the
bedside clock.
Andrew shrugged.
"I dunno..." He headed towards the door then
turned around. "Laja... Your strap."
Frustrated, JenniAnn pulled her nightgown strap back
into place.
Andrew opened the door.
"Hey, Allison. What's going on? It's
almost..."
"I'm going to kill your father!" the woman spat out as
she walked past Andrew and into the bedroom.
JenniAnn's eyes went wide.
Andrew laughed uneasily.
"Please don't."
Allison turned around to face Andrew.
"You're not going to be too pleased with him
either! I overheard him talking to Dave... about
meeting up on Monday!"
"Dave?" Andrew repeated.
"A friend from his work," JenniAnn explained. She
got out of bed and put on her robe. "And if he
really feels he needs to... I guess we can't stop
him. But then he has to isolate at your place for
two weeks. But are you sure he really..."
"Yes!" Allison insisted. "They'd been going back
and forth about some project and I could tell things
were getting strained but... it's not worth dying
for! And their office is closed! They can't
even go there!"
"Maybe we should check with Robert," Andrew
suggested.
"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" JenniAnn
requested. "It's not like he's trying to leave
now."
"It's the principle of it!" Allison cried, tears
trailing down her cheeks. "He'd rather risk us all
than inconvenience himself and..."
"I'm going to go check with Robert," Andrew declared,
deciding it would be the quickest way to resolve the
issue.
"I'll go with you," JenniAnn offered. "Just gonna
check on Avi really quick..."
"Me too."
Andrew joined JenniAnn in the nursery. They peeked
in on their contentedly sleeping baby boy then stared at
each other.
"Ugh..." JenniAnn leaned into Andrew and spoke,
her voice hushed. "Not how I wanted tonight to
go..."
"I know, Laja... Me neither. But let's just
get to the bottom of this."
"Yeah..."
Hand-in-hand, the two rejoined Allison and made their
way to the guest room the Chandlers were using.
When they appeared, Robert gaped at Andrew and JenniAnn
then looked to his wife.
"Allison! Did you get them up? It's almost
11 o'clock!"
"We were up, Dad," JenniAnn replied, blushing slightly
as she recalled what she and Andrew had been up to.
Andrew soothingly stroked her back.
"Still..." Robert shook his head. "I'm not
going! I'll tell Dave never mind tomorrow."
"You should never have offered in the first place!"
Allison yelled.
"I wasn't thinking, okay? I was stressed and I
wasn't thinking and I'm sorry. I don't know why
you felt the need to drag our daughter and Andrew into
this," Robert retorted.
"Well start thinking!" Allison snapped.
Robert gritted his teeth and shook his head.
"There is nothing to be accomplished by furthering this
discussion. Andrew, JenniAnn, I'm sorry you were
bothered. It's fine. Please go back to
bed. I'm going for a walk."
Allison gawked.
"You're not lea..."
"Of course I'm not leaving!" Robert interrupted.
"I'm just going for a walk outside. To cool my
head."
Andrew nodded.
"That sounds like a good idea. Enjoy."
"Thank you."
Robert forced a smile for Andrew and JenniAnn, who he
patted on the shoulder, then left the room.
"To think that for even a moment he thought..." Allison
fumed.
"It's over now, Mom. He's not going any where,"
JenniAnn assured.
"Can I get you anything, Allison?" Andrew offered.
"Maybe a cup of tea?"
Allison smiled sadly and patted Andrew's arm.
"Such a good boy. No, I'm okay."
JenniAnn snuck a wide-eyed look at Andrew who stifled a
chuckle.
"I'm sorry I got you both up. I'm okay now.
You should go back to bed. I'm sorry... I
just..." Allison shook her head then kissed
JenniAnn's cheek. "Good night, baby." She
squeezed Andrew's hand. "G'night, Andrew."
"G'night, Mom."
"Good night, Allison."
"See you in the morning," JenniAnn called as she stepped
into the hallway with Andrew. "Love you."
"Love you, too!"
Allison smiled once more then shut her door.
Andrew steered a slightly dazed JenniAnn towards the
stairs.
"I'm a good boy," he declared once they'd reached the
landing, hoping to elicit a laugh.
JenniAnn smiled and shook her head.
"That seemed a lil... condescending. Geez, Mom..."
Andrew shrugged.
"I'd rather she see me as a boy than fixate on our very
extreme age difference."
"True enough..." JenniAnn sighed. "Just...
ugh..."
Andrew brought her hand to his lips. He wasn't
sure what to say. Yes, things were bound to get
tense when people were stressed. But he was
beginning to suspect there was more to Allison's and
Robert's problems than that...
The two returned to their room and their bed.
"So you wanna... get back to canoodling?" Andrew
asked, his eye brows waggling as JenniAnn slipped into
bed. He just wanted her to be happy again...
"I... Honestly, I'm just exhausted. I
really just... It's not that..." JenniAnn
bit her lip and looked away.
Andrew's expression immediately changed to one of
concern.
"Hey... Hey, it's okay. Laja... You
don't need an excuse. You never need an
excuse. Sometimes it's just not the right
time. And that's okay."
JenniAnn stared at her claddagh ring and twirled it.
"I just feel bad...
Because I totally was all for it and... it... it was
frustrating to stop but... after whatever that was
with my parents..."
"Nope! Gonna
stop you right there." Andrew took her hand and
kissed it. "I can go without canoodling.
But to think you did something you didn't want to do
just because you thought it was what I wanted...
Laja, that would kill me. Well, not kill
me. I mean... I'm an immortal..."
JenniAnn giggled.
"But it would hurt. A lot. Because it
would be wrong."
"Love..." JenniAnn brought Andrew's hand to her
lips. "Thanks."
"You don't need to thank me for common decency,
Laja. But... what do you want to do? Do
you want to talk about what just happened? Do
you want that massage? Just sleep? Do you
want to be alone for a while?"
"I definitely don't want to be alone. And... I'm
not sure if I want to talk or not."
"Well... What if I read aloud for a little
while? Give you time to decide?"
JenniAnn smiled and nodded.
"I'd like that. Thanks."
"Any requests?"
"Your choice."
"All right..." Andrew rose to retrieve a
well-worn book.
JenniAnn smiled.
"Wordsworth."
"Wordsworth," Andrew repeated with fondness.
Once he'd settled back down into bed, JenniAnn rested
her head in the crook of his arm and began to softly
stroke his chest.
Andrew proceeded to read.
"'There was a time when meadow, grove, and
stream,
The earth, and every common
sight
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial
light,
The glory and the freshness
of a dream.
It is not now as it hath
been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have
seen I now can see no more.'"
The angel frowned, worried the melancholic nature of
the words might further distress JenniAnn. But
no... her eyes were closed and she looked peaceful.
"'The rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the rose;
The moon doth with delight
Look round her when the
heavens are bare;
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;
The sunshine is a glorious
birth;
But yet I know, where'er I
go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth.'"
"My
rainbow... my rose," Andrew murmured as he brushed his
lips against JenniAnn's hair. She smiled
dreamily.
"'Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous
song,
And while the young lambs
bound
As to the tabor's sound,
To me alone there came a
thought of grief:
A timely utterance gave
that thought relief,
And I again am strong.'"
Andrew continued to read the entire poem, continuing
even once he knew JenniAnn was asleep. When he
had finished, he closed the book and set it on his
bedstand. Then, closing his eyes, he prayed
silently.
"God... Father... Joshua... Spirit...
Please help me to understand what's going on with
Allison and Robert. I don't want JenniAnn to be
upset or hurt. I don't want them to be upset or
hurt either but... especially not her. And I
don't want the kids having any idea about any of
this. Please, grant them Your patience and
love. Grant me the wisdom to know how I can
help. And please... continue to keep us all
safe, all healthy. Enable us to help others,
together."
His eye lids growing heavy, Andrew began to praise God
for everything he was grateful for.
The beautiful weather they'd had.
His lively, lovely children.
His dutiful, kind friends.
The skills Joshua had taught him.
The light-hearted conversation with Jill.
Their sweet, sassy pets.
JenniAnn... sleeping in his embrace.
"Love You," Andrew murmured before joining her in
dreaming.
*~*~*
Counsel
Saturday, April 4th, 2020
After a morning spent building coffins,
Andrew retreated to his and JenniAnn's
bedroom during lunch. He plopped
down in front of their laptop and made his
scheduled call.
After a few moments, Vincent appeared on
the screen, smiling.
It struck Andrew how long it had been
since the two had talked privately.
"Hello Andrew!" Vincent greeted.
"Hey Vincent! It's so good to see
you!" Andrew exclaimed.
"Likewise! How have you been
faring?"
"Good... good. Feeling very blessed
that I've been able to stay here, not
having to leave for assignments."
Vincent nodded.
"I was very relieved when I heard
that. I know Psyche was, too."
Andrew smiled.
"How is she?" Vincent asked. "I see
her during classes, of course. And
we talk but... it's hard not being
present. Maybe soon..."
"I really hope so," Andrew replied.
"And she's good. Mostly.
Actually... I didn't arrange this
call just to talk logistics about the
coffins."
"So I suspected."
Andrew dragged a hand through his hair.
"There have been some... tense moments
with Allison and Robert."
"Have they been short with you?"
"Oh no. Nothing like that.
Just... with each other. At first it
was just little things. Then last
night... it was... less little.
Allison ended up getting JenniAnn and me
out of bed and... I mean it's resolved now
but... It... it took something out
of JenniAnn. She's not been herself
this morning. And I don't know
whether to just wait it out... hope it was
a one time deal... or... or do
something? But what? I don't
know... And I feel weird even
bringing this up to you. And I
wouldn't have! I mean their business
is their business. But when it
begins to impact JenniAnn..."
"I understand." Vincent smiled
sympathetically. "I'd do the same
had Catherine's parents lived to...
well..." He sighed. "Catherine
has mentioned that Allison has seemed
increasingly unhappy. She put it to
the looming dread of... all of this.
But now..."
"It just... I mean everyone handles
things differently. But pretty much
everyone else here has settled into a new
sort of life. We miss what we had,
of course. But things feel less
tense with everyone else... not more
tense."
"I don't think this has anything to do
with the pandemic, Andrew. I think
the pandemic has exacerbated issues that
were already there," Vincent opined.
"I love Allison and Robert. They're
my cousins. And they've been good to
me. Not too many people would share
their child in the manner they shared
Psyche with Catherine and me." His
eyes misted. "When she went back to
them... I was prepared to never see my
sweet Psyche again. I will be
forever grateful to them for their
kindness."
"Of course." Andrew nodded in ready
agreement.
"But I've sometimes wondered... They
lost their child, Andrew. Imagine
not knowing where your daughter was for
months. And then, once she does come
back to you, she's no longer entirely
yours. She has a whole other life,
another family who cares for her
deeply. And who she cares for.
And then... and I don't say this to hurt
you... not at all... this daughter who
you've devoted your life to and who you
want to have a happy life.... becomes
fixated on a mystery man. Some years
go by and he returns... and she's further
gone than she ever was before. And,
also, it turns out he's an angel of
death. Andrew, from the moment
little Psyche went through that portal,
Allison's and Robert's plans for their
only child went completely off the
rails. Was it for the best?
Clearly! Did it make them feel
helpless? Powerless?" Vincent
nodded. "And sometimes when you take
power away from someone in one area of
their life..."
Andrew sighed.
"They start to exert control in another
area... sometimes unhealthily."
Andrew bowed his head and thought of
JenniAnn's past bouts with eating
disorders.
"I think it's possible that Allison and
Robert, to some extent, try to exert
control over each other just to prove they
have some control. And with the
pandemic taking control of so much away
from us... what had been little skirmishes
have now grown louder and more obvious."
Andrew shook his head.
"They used to worry that I'd exert control
overJenniAnn," he recalled.
Vincent nodded.
"Projection."
Andrew dragged a hand through his hair.
"So... what should I do about it?"
"It's not your job to fix their marriage,
Andrew," Vincent replied. "And it's
not Psyche's either."
"Of course not but... they're in my
house."
Andrew's tone made Vincent smile.
"Sorry, that sounded really whiny."
Vincent chuckled.
"It did. But you're entitled.
What did you and Psyche do when you were
struggling?"
"Well... we used to not handle it
well. But most recently... we went
to Reuel for counseling."
"And how was that?"
"It helped. A lot. But we
can't force Allison and Robert to go to
counseling. And it seems like, if we
tried, it might only make the control
issues worse."
"I can see that," Vincent admitted.
"But you have a right to peace in your own
home. If another instance like last
night happens... You and I both know
that it's not good for Psyche to have her
sleep repeatedly disrupted."
Andrew blushed.
"We weren't actually sleeping when Allison
showed up..."
Vincent smiled and bowed his head.
"Be that as it may, I'm sure what you were
engaging in was more enjoyable and less
stressful than watching her parents
bicker."
"Very much so..."
"Stress weakens the immune system.
This is a matter of Psyche's health.
She is your anam cara. You're not
overstepping if you do what you need to do
to keep her safe, Andrew. Discuss
this with her. I think she'll agree
and you can approach them together.
And if they don't listen to you... I'll
talk to them. So will Catherine."
Andrew breathed a sigh of relief, glad to
have a plan.
"I'll do that. Thank you. I
really appreciate this, Vincent."
"You're very welcome. I hope all
goes well. Don't hesitate to let me
know if I can help."
"I will, Vincent. I promise.
And now..."
"Logistics."
Andrew nodded and together the two planned
for how to get the coffins to Sylvester
which proved to be a less challenging
topic of conversation for both.
Once they had a plan in place, Andrew
ended the call and went to rejoin the
others who were gathered in the ballroom.
He was almost immediately met by the sound of a child
wailing.
Mallory and JenniAnn were standing near each other
with Evie and Avi in their arms. The little girl
was inconsolable. Avi was reaching for her.
"Let's take them to the nursery. They can lay
down for a little bit," JenniAnn suggested.
"All right... I feel bad that Avi has to lay
down, though. He's fine," Mallory lamented.
Approaching, Andrew tousled his son's hair.
"Yes, he's fine. But look how he's reaching out
for her. I'll go with you."
The trio of adults brought the toddlers to Avi's room
and sat them side by side in his crib.
Evie continued to scream while Avi patted her head.
"Ebie... Ebie... No, Ebie..."
Evie's eyes, scrunched up in her panic, began to
relax. She tilted forward so her head rested
against Avi's.
The three adults exchanged mystified glances.
"Ebie... Ebie..." Avi chanted as he continued to
pat her head.
After a few moments, Evie sat up and yawned.
"Seepie," she declared before stretching out.
"Seepie," Avi echoed, following suit.
"You wanna take a nap?" JenniAnn offered.
Both children nodded.
JenniAnn looked to Mallory who shrugged and nodded.
"Okay." JenniAnn dimmed the lights and turned on
a light-up music box that played "Twinkle, Twinkle
Little Star" while projecting a celestial rainbow onto
the ceiling.
After an exchange of "night-nights," the adults exited
the nursery.
JenniAnn shuddered.
"That's still adorable... but, wow, is it..."
"Eerie?" Andrew suggested.
Mallory smiled and nodded.
"Your little guy has the magic touch. I just
wish Evie wasn't so... easily rattled."
"Do we know what set her off?" Andrew asked.
JenniAnn's cheeks flushed.
"We do... Guess who started sniping at each
other? Again. And it was so stupid.
I was fixing up a plate for you so I'm not even quite
sure how it started but apparently my mom was trying
to make conversation with Shelby. She asked her
if she had any plans for her Sweet Sixteen. My
dad commented that maybe now wasn't the time to be
making plans which... true, I guess. But they
were just talking. No harm in that. Not
like Shel had anything extravagant in mind,
anyway. That's not how she is. So...
yeah... Evie got upset because my parents
decided to bicker about a birthday party that's six
months away."
Mallory hugged her.
"It's okay. Really. I mean... it takes so
little to set her off. I can't expect everyone
to be cheery and pleasant all the time."
"But they could manage to be cheery and pleasant a
little more often," JenniAnn insisted. "Still...
thank you for your understanding. I so badly
want to point out to them that poor Kemara and Monica
are separated from their guys... who are also
separated from their children... and they have each
other and their daughter and their grandchildren and
their great-grandchild all together and are acting
like..."
"Laja..." Andrew stroked her back as she began
to rub at her temples. "Deep breath."
JenniAnn nodded and obeyed.
"I'll talk to them," Andrew offered.
JenniAnn shook her head.
"Eat first. It's almost 1:00. You haven't
eaten since before 6:00."
Andrew had to admit he was hungry.
"Okay. But then I'll talk to them."
"Thank you."
"I think I'll stay in the library for a little bit,"
Mallory suggested. "So I can listen for Avi and
Evie. Just in case."
"Good idea." JenniAnn hugged the younger
woman. "Sorry... again..."
Mallory patted her back.
"It's not your fault! Not at all."
"Yeah..." JenniAnn let out a deep breath then
turned to Andrew. "Now to get you fed..."
She took his hand and led him back to the ballroom
which had mostly cleared out. Only Rose and Max
were lingering.
"Maja, Dad," the latter greeted.
"Hi there! Where's Landon?" JenniAnn asked.
"Carted off by Violeta," Rose explained. "The
girls wanted to show off their pillow fort. I
hope he doesn't destroy it!"
Andrew chuckled.
"Even if he does, they'll have just as much fun
rebuilding it as they did building it," he reasoned.
"Did you get everything squared away with Vincent,
Dad?"
"Thank you," Andrew said to JenniAnn as she set his
plate in front of him. He said a brief, silent
prayer then looked to Max. "I did. We'll
bring them through the portal starting around
4:00. Pile em up however we can and then
leave. Once we're done, I'll text Eliot and
they'll come and collect them and get them to
Sylvester."
"So they're still completely isolating, apparently?"
Rose inquired.
"Portia said she thought two weeks was good but...
three weeks was even better. And a month... if
they wait a month and no one here and no one there
gets sick... she thought we could forgo the six feet
rule. It would be nice to hug..." JenniAnn
sighed. "But I really miss everyone... And
they need some sun."
The quartet was quiet for a few moments before Max
spoke again.
"Maja... are you okay?"
JenniAnn smiled wearily and nodded.
"I am. It's just... Where did they go,
anyway? My parents."
"Your mom and Raquel went for a walk. I think
your dad and Nico are playing pool."
"Thank God for Raquel and Nico..." JenniAnn
looked heavenward. "I just wish they'd... rein
it in. I get that couples have disagreements...
even get snappish. But being so public about
it... that's new. Don't like it. Really
don't like it that they behaved like that in front of
you kids."
"If it makes you feel any better, it was a fairly
quick exchange before your dad wandered off," Rose
consoled. "I think Evie is the only one who took
it to heart and well..."
"My heart breaks for that kid." Max bit his lip
and shook his head. "I really hope once she's
able to really talk and express herself, things will
get better for her."
"I hope so, too," Andrew agreed. "In the
meantime, we have the baby Baby Whisperer."
JenniAnn laughed.
"Avi is that... I wish he had the same effect on
my parents... but I also wouldn't want him in the
midst of that."
"He had the oddest look on his face when they started
in on each other," Rose recalled. "It wasn't
like he seemed distressed. More...
curious. Like he was trying to puzzle out what
the big deal was."
"I think we may have another shrink in the family,"
Max concluded with a grin.
"We may need one!" JenniAnn joked though her eyes were
wet.
"Laja..." Andrew rested his chin on her hair for
a moment.
JenniAnn stared down at her hands.
"I think, maybe, I could just do with a little time on
my own for a bit. I haven't checked on the mice
yet today so... gonna go do that."
"You're sure, Laja?" Andrew checked.
"I am." JenniAnn forced a smile. "Just for
a little bit. I'll see you all soon."
"See you later, Maja."
"Take care, JenniAnn."
"I... I'll check on you in a lil bit?" Andrew offered.
JenniAnn kissed his hair.
"Yeah, thanks." She smiled and waved at the
three then left the ballroom.
Andrew shook his head and dragged his hand through his
hair.
"I'm really starting to wish I'd told them they
couldn't stay here."
Max rested a hand on his shoulder.
"I understand that, Dad. I do. But... I
don't see how you could have."
"You would have felt really guilty," Rose added.
"And, besides, no one had any idea..."
"Yeah..." Andrew sighed. "Well, I'll talk
to them when I get the chance."
"Good. I know you'll do well." Max smiled
proudly. "You always do. Especially where
Maja's concerned. And I... I'm grateful I've
gotten to see that."
Rose squeezed her husband's hand.
"And I'm grateful, too. But now... Mama
here could use a nap."
"Do you want me to go with you?"
"Oh no. I'm fine." Behind Andrew's back,
Rose pointed at him.
Max nodded.
"See you both later!" Rose called as she left.
"Later," Andrew called after her.
"Love you!"
"Love you, too!"
Max smiled then turned his attention to Andrew.
"How you doing, Dad?"
"Oh... I'm fine. Just frustrated is all.
But... I actually talked to Vincent about all of this
and he gave me some ideas so... I'll try those
when I can. I just..."
"What?" Max prompted. "I won't say
anything. Confidential. Just like with my
patients."
After an appreciative smile, Andrew proceeded.
"It bothers me that I should need to say
anything. They should see what this is doing to
JenniAnn and straighten up!"
"I agree. And I imagine that when they cool
down, they do feel badly. But for whatever
reason, in the moment, they can't stop themselves."
"I guess... But they're not children. They
should have some self-control."
Max nodded.
"They should."
"I just..." Andrew's eyes welled. "I don't
want her to get sick, Max. I... I don't want her
to have so many seizures that she needs to start
seeing a doctor regularly again and every time... it's
a risk... her lungs..."
Max hugged Andrew.
"I know, Dad... I know. We'll figure this
out."
Andrew took in and slowly let out a deep breath.
"Yeah..." He patted Max's hand. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
As Andrew continued to eat, discussion turned to
lighter topics, easing the angel's mood as he prepared
to check on his anam cara.
*~*~*
Andrew found JenniAnn sitting on a blanket near the
barn, watching the mice frolic. He smiled as
she set a bite of an animal cracker down near them.
"How's our little family?" he whispered as he joined
her.
"Good. That little one with chips in both her
ears looks quite chunky."
"So... our little family is likely going to become a
bigger family?"
"I'm thinkin' so."
"I'll work on making another couple houses.
It'd be a nice thing to work on. Cheery."
"Yeah... Thanks, love."
Andrew slung an arm around JenniAnn's shoulders.
"It's kinda crazy to think that people have been
terrified of mice and blamed them for assorted
outbreaks and plagues. And now... now I'm
safer out here with the mice than with most of my
friends," she observed, a tremor in her voice.
"Laja..." Andrew kissed her hair then rested
his head on hers. He didn't know what else to
say. She was right.
They were both silent for a few moments then
JenniAnn spoke again, her voice barely above a
whisper.
"Do you... do ya think they're gonna get divorced?"
Andrew blinked. He hadn't expected that.
"Laja... No... No, I don't.
Most couples fight sometimes and..."
"But... but it's been a lot. And I don't even
mean since they've moved in with us. My mom
texts me at least a few times a week about something
or another my dad did that annoyed or hurt her."
"Really?"
"Yeah... I never said much to you because I
guess I didn't really think it was that big of a
deal. But now... actually seeing it..."
"I think emotions... and tempers... are running
pretty high right now. So I just figured..."
"This started long before COVID, Andrew."
The angel sighed. When speaking with Vincent,
he had hoped Allison had limited her comments to
Catherine.
"Laja... your mom really shouldn't be using you as
her confidante about your dad. I... well, I
don't mean to sound rude but... she has friends,
doesn't she?"
"She does. Yeah. I dunno..."
Andrew pulled JenniAnn closer.
"I'm going to talk to her."
JenniAnn jolted.
"No! I don't want her to know I told..."
"You're my anam cara! I should be able to
weigh in when something's troubling you!" Andrew
exclaimed. When JenniAnn gaped at him, he
lowered his voice. "Sorry. I'm
sorry." He squeezed her hand then brought it
to his lips. "It's only... Laja, I
absolutely don't want whatever's going on with them
to impact us. And I especially don't want it
impacting your health and well-being."
JenniAnn nuzzled his shoulder.
"Me either. And I... I hope we never act like
that."
"We won't, Laja," Andrew vowed before kissing her.
JenniAnn followed his kiss with one of her own then
smiled.
"You're very distracting, ya know that?"
Andrew chuckled.
"Sorry, not sorry?"
JenniAnn giggled and rested her head on his
shoulder.
"Maybe you could say something to my dad... I
mean only if it seems natural. Like... just
being more attentive or something? But maybe
that's not even right. I dunno... I feel
like I'm only getting one side but I also don't
really wanna delve deeper. I mean this isn't
like talking through issues with, say, Kylie and
Clay or Emma and Peter. They're... peers, not
parents."
"Agreed. Actually... I brought it up
with Vincent, Laja. I didn't intend to but
after last night and since I needed to talk to him
anyway..."
JenniAnn shrugged.
"It's fine. I think my mom goes off on
Catherine sometimes, too. Vincent likely
knows."
"Yeah... he does. And he thinks they should
start talking to Reuel. Or a counselor of some
sort. He actually... he thinks we should
insist on it if this keeps up."
"And what do you think?"
"I think Reuel helped us a lot, Laja. I think
it's a really good idea. And... yes, I do
think we should insist. Especially now that it
happened in front of the kids."
JenniAnn shook her head.
"I still can't believe that... But yeah.
You're right."
"We'll talk to Reuel. See if it's even an
option for them to do virtual counseling with
him. In the meantime, maybe I was onto
something with distraction," Andrew mused.
"Please don't kiss my parents," JenniAnn jested.
Chuckling, Andrew shook his head.
"No plans to. But maybe we could do something
fun tonight. A dance party? It'd be a
nice way to thank people for helping with the
coffins, too."
JenniAnn lit up.
"That would be fun! My parents aside, we could
all use something to pull us out of the
doldrums. I love it!"
Andrew smiled when JenniAnn threw her arms around
him.
"I should start planning snacks!"
"Do you need me to make a grocery run?"
"I don't really think so. Let's see...
We could have graham cracker sandwiches... And
cheese dips and crackers..."
"We could do a sundae bar," Andrew suggested.
"Yum..."
"And we have enough popcorn around to last us into the
next century. We can pop some of that."
"Sounds like a plan!" Her mood lightened,
JenniAnn set down the remainder of the animal
crackers. "Okay, I feel better. I'll start
fixing snacks and ask the older kids to help me get
the ballroom moved around."
"And I'll get back to preparing to move everything
into the Tunnels. But... come get me if you need
anything?"
JenniAnn kissed Andrew's cheek.
"I will. I promise. Thank you for checking
up on me."
Andrew kissed her hair.
"My pleasure. Truly."
Feeling more at peace, the two headed back towards
Willowveil, excited about the evening ahead of them.
*~*~*
That evening, Willowveil's ballroom was filled with
music, bright lights, good food, and enthusiastic
guests.
"You two... This is fantastic!" Sibyll
praised. "I've told you before... You've
really brought life back to this whole place!
Lewellyn and I have been talking and we just can't
imagine what it would have been like had the pandemic
happened before all of you came around. I
mean... we know Mike would have come back to help us
out. But with so many of our kids having moved
on..."
"It helps a lot to know that we have people around who
can lend a hand," Lewellyn concluded.
Andrew clapped him on the back.
"You know we'd do whatever we can for you and the
other Asterians but... I feel like it's all of you who
have lent helping hands. Literally!"
Lewellyn chuckled.
"I suppose so... But it helped us.
Truly. Sometimes we feel a bit useless...
sitting around on our island, waiting for a kid or
grandkid to call."
"You know you can always come visit," JenniAnn
insisted. "I mean... I'm not personally going to
offer to come pick you up as I'm sure I'd probably
drive us all into the ocean. But someone can!"
"Absolutely," Andrew agreed. "And... I'm feeling
pretty good about Asteri's future." He waved to
where Ivy and Sy and Rose and Max were dancing.
"So precious..." Sibyll cooed. "Now... when are
we going to see you two out there?"
"Soon!" Fr. Mike called from where he was studying the
music queue on a nearby laptop. He made a
selection then joined his parents and Andrew and
JenniAnn. "You won't be able to resist the next
one," he teased.
"What did you pick?" JenniAnn prodded.
Fr. Mike mimed zipping his lips.
"It'll be a surprise."
After the final notes of Adele's "Remedy" drifted
away, Andrew and JenniAnn realized what the priest had
done as big band music started up.
Max whooped and looked to his parents.
"Maja! Dad! Come on!"
"Laja... I don't think we have much of a
choice." Grinning, Andrew held his hand out to
her.
"I spose we better not let our guests down..."
With a giggle, JenniAnn took Andrew's hand and let him
lead her onto the dance floor.
"'Bei mir bist do schön, please let me
explain... Bei mir bist do schön means that
you're grand...'" a woman crooned.
The crowd cheered as Andrew and JenniAnn swung and
twirled around the dance floor. They were a bit
rusty at first but soon found their old groove.
By the end of the song, however, they were
exhausted. Laughing, Andrew escorted JenniAnn to
a seat and grabbed some punch for them both.
When he returned, he collapsed beside her.
"JenniAnn! I had no idea you could do that!"
Allison exclaimed.
After taking a large gulp of her drink, JenniAnn
patted Andrew's knee.
"He taught me a few years back. Been a long time
since we've done that!"
"It was adorable! I wish we'd taken video for
your grandma."
Andrew chuckled.
"We'll do it again sometime. Florence can watch
that. I'm afraid I was a little rusty this time
around."
"You weren't the only one!" JenniAnn reassured.
"It was fun, though."
"Daaaaaddddyyyy!" Belle ran towards them.
"Dance with me like that!"
Andrew beamed and plopped Belle onto his lap.
"Happily. Just let Daddy rest for a lil bit,
okay?"
"Okay!"
"I gotta get a dance in with my baby boy, too."
JenniAnn looked around. "Where is Avi?"
"He's fine," Takoda called from a few feet away.
"I have my eyes on him. Evie, too."
Seeing the amused look in the angel's eyes, JenniAnn
rose to investigate. Andrew, Belle, and Allison
followed.
In the newly expanded area of the ballroom, Avi and
Evie were plopped on the floor with a bowl of cheese
crumbles between them. In front of them, Fawn,
Ichabod, Delilah, Bert, and Leo all sat
obediently. After a few moments, Avi grabbed
some cheese and threw it. He and Evie shrieked
with delight when the dogs hustled to get it.
Once it was gone, the dogs returned and patiently
waited for the boy to repeat his actions.
"All right... I gave them that cheese for them
to eat!" JenniAnn reached to take it but Avi
turned around and grinned.
"Oggies! Mama, oggies!" he grabbed another
fistful of cheese.
Laughing, Andrew squeezed JenniAnn's shoulders.
"They're fine. And that much cheese divided
between five dogs isn't very much. He's just
being generous."
"True... And I do love those lil baby
giggles..." JenniAnn rested her head on Andrew's
shoulder.
"Daddy... dance..." Belle reminded.
"Of course, my little elf." Andrew kissed
JenniAnn's temple then crouched down in front of Belle
and offered her his hand. "My little lady..."
Giggling, Belle took his hand.
"So sweet... all of them..." Allison cooed.
"Yes," JenniAnn agreed, her eyes twinkling. She
smiled at Takoda. "Thank you for keeping an eye
on them. I'll take over. I happen to know
Violeta would love to dance."
"Noted!" Takoda smiled and went in search of his
fellow angel.
"He's a very nice young man," Allison commented.
"I had a lovely chat with him at breakfast. He
is quite young, right?"
JenniAnn nodded.
"Thirty one. Almost. Next month, I
think. I better double check... But he was
in Heaven for several years so... It's kinda
like with Violeta. She'll be twenty three in a
couple of weeks but in many ways... she's much
younger."
"Mama..." Avi held his now empty bowl towards
his mother.
"Sweetie, I think the dogs have had enough. We
don't want their tummies to hurt," JenniAnn gently
explained. "How about we go get something for
the two of you to eat? Evie, are you hungry,
sweetie?"
Evie nodded.
"All right. Then let's get some yummy
snacks!" JenniAnn turned to Allison.
"Could you hold Avi's hand? I'm gonna carry
Evie. She gets nervous around crowds."
"Happily! Avi, sweet pea, can you walk with
Gramma?"
Avi hustled towards his grandmother and happily took
her hand.
Evie looked bereft for a moment then smiled when
JenniAnn lifted her up.
"I know... It's a lot," JenniAnn murmured.
"But everyone here are friends," she soothed.
Evie offered no protest so JenniAnn headed towards the
snack table.
Mallory hurried over.
"Sorry! Takoda said he would watch them so..."
"He was," JenniAnn assured. "Then I said I
would. Turns out they fed the dogs their snacks
so..."
Mallory laughed.
"She does love those puppies... Not sure how
she'll adjust when we go back... whenever that is."
JenniAnn cupped Evie's chin.
"Might have to talk to Vincent, huh? Well, I
have an in."
Evie laughed.
"We'll see. Do you want me to take her?"
"Actually..." JenniAnn noticed Shelby sitting
alone at a table. "If you wouldn't mind.
As much as I'd love to snuggle, I need to go check on
something. Mom, you good with Avi?"
"Of course! My sweet lil fellow..."
JenniAnn handed Evie to Mallory.
"Good luck getting them to eat their own food!" she
called before grabbing a few graham cracker sandwiches
and heading towards Shelby.
The teenager smiled as JenniAnn approached.
"Hey, Psyche."
"Hey, Shel. I brought some graham cracker
sandwiches."
"Thanks."
JenniAnn squeezed her hand.
"You doing okay?"
Shelby nodded.
"Yeah... It's just... I didn't say
anything wrong earlier, did I? With your mom, I
mean."
"Shelby!" JenniAnn hugged her. "No!
Of course you didn't! Sweetie, I'm so
sorry. I didn't realize you thought that.
No... Absolutely not. My mom and dad are
just... They can be grouchy with each other
sometimes."
"Okay... Because I really don't expect much of
anything for my birthday. I mean even before the
pandemic... I hadn't even really thought about
it."
"Baby..." JenniAnn kissed her hair. "We'll
do something special. You only turn sixteen
once. But... I understand. I think smaller
celebrations are nice. We'll see what's going on
come September and plan accordingly."
"Okay. Psyche?"
"Hmm?"
"Violeta and I were going through those boxes
again. Your old clothes, you know?"
"Mmm hmm."
"There was some other stuff in there."
JenniAnn froze with a graham cracker halfway to her
lips.
Shelby giggled.
"Not anything embarrassing!"
JenniAnn laughed.
"Good... I thought maybe you found an old,
ridiculous journal or something."
Still laughing, Shelby shook her head.
"No! And I doubt it would have been ridiculous
anyway. I just mean there was some nicer jewelry
and hair stuff. Like this."
Shelby placed a small cross pendant on the table.
JenniAnn examined it.
"Hmm... Looks like polished stone.
Amethyst, I think. Ooh... Ya know, I think
I got this when my grandparents took me to this grotto
in Iowa. A priest built this whole place
depicting scenes from Joshua's life with various
stones. I know I have extra chains around.
I'll get one for you so you can wear it if you want."
Shelby shook her head.
"No... You should keep it since it has memories
for you."
"Shel... It's sat in a box for years.
Besides, I like my birthstone cross. This cross
is yours. C'mon. We can go look for a
chain now so I don't forget."
"You're sure?"
"Absolutely!"
Shelby beamed.
"Thanks. I really like it because, well, it's a
cross, of course. But lavender is also the
asexuality awareness color."
"You're right!"
"So... It just makes me think about how Joshua
accepts us as we are."
"Sweetie..." JenniAnn hugged her. "That's
lovely. Now let's go see about that chain..."
Happily, Shelby followed JenniAnn to her room.
For her part, JenniAnn tried to reel in her emotions
and focus on Shelby... not the resurfacing of her
anger at her parents.
*~*~*
"It's what I feared... My eyes were totally on
the wrong kid... And not even one of our kids!"
JenniAnn lamented that night as she paced and brushed
her hair. "Poor Evie was upset, yes, but so was
Shel... And I had no idea. And I even knew
she was, unwittingly, the impetus of their
disagreement."
"Laja... Shel gave no indication she was upset
all afternoon. She probably just got a little
moody during the dance. All that sappy
music... At least your parents seemed to be in a
good place tonight."
"Yeah..." JenniAnn agreed. "They even danced a
couple times."
"I noticed. Maybe the time apart this afternoon
helped... kept us from talking to them about
counseling... but helped."
"Yeah... Maybe Raquel and Nico gave them their
own sort of counseling," JenniAnn suggested.
"Maybe! But back to Shel... She was
beaming once you gave her that necklace. She's
fine."
"I know... But I'm still ticked that they upset
her."
"And you have a right to be. I'm ticked off,
too. And we'll deal with that.
Tomorrow. But right now... we're going to have
two ticked girls if we don't move on with Hill
House. I was asked not once... not
twice... but three times by Violeta if we were going
to watch tonight."
JenniAnn laughed.
"Then I guess we better! And, I have to admit, I
want to know how the Crains are doing, too.
Might be nice to focus on someone else's family
dysfunction."
"Laja... We have nothing on the Crains."
"Okay, true..." JenniAnn slipped beneath the
blanket. "Whenever you're ready."
"Ready..."
Andrew started the show and smiled as the now familiar
theme music began and JenniAnn snuggled into his
embrace.
*~*~*
When the episode ended, Andrew and JenniAnn stared at
each other for a moment. Then JenniAnn let out a
deep breath, puffing out her cheeks and causes her
bangs to float up.
Andrew laughed.
"That was... some slow-burning intensity."
"No kidding... I'm scared for Luke. Was
that that Poppy lady who grabbed him?"
"I think so. She was kinda blurry but had that
flapper look to her. Yikes."
"Yikes is right... And Poor Olivia... She
was really losing it... Having imaginary
conversations with her twins... And poor Steven... and poor
Olivia AGAIN when she broke the vanity he'd made for
her... The look on his face..."
"That was crushing," Andrew agreed. "Not too
happy with adult Steven, though."
JenniAnn groaned.
"No kidding! I would be so mad if I
was trying to get pregnant with a guy and he neglected
to tell me he'd had a vasectomy..."
"For two years..." Andrew shook his head.
"Really unbelievable..."
"Just ugh... Speaking of family drama...
Nellie does NOT like it when her family fights.
Maybe I need to get ghoulish make up and jump scare my
parents into their best behavior..." JenniAnn
rolled her eyes.
"Laja... We'll get through to them... without
you having to impersonate Nellie. I
promise." Andrew smiled encouragingly.
"Plus... I don't really care to see that."
"Okay... Understood. Ooh! And poor
Theo..." JenniAnn continued. "To feel so empty
and numb... When I had pneumonia in high school,
I got meds that... messed with me. And I felt
that. I felt so numb that I ended up climbing
out of the window and onto my roof during a storm...
just to feel something."
Andrew shuddered, both at the reminder of JenniAnn's
damaged lungs and the knowledge that she'd done
something so foolish.
"I'm glad I know death is more than that..."
JenniAnn clutched her cross. "Much more."
"It is..." Andrew's hand rested over her scar
and he moved closer.
"And there was no tree
house!" JenniAnn exclaimed, startling the angel.
"Oops. Sorry. But... So... where
were they when they were in the tree house!?"
Andrew cringed.
"I have no idea... But that really creeped me
out when Hugh revealed that."
"Speaking
of Hugh... I loved how he described his and
Olivia's relationship. The kite and the
line..." JenniAnn murmured. "We're like
that... A creature of the clouds... a creature
of the Earth... Except... I feel like I'm the
cloud one... You're always so grounded."
Andrew kissed JenniAnn's hair.
"And you lift me up when I get too bogged down over an
assignment... or just lost in my own head... My
kite, my wings."
JenniAnn nuzzled the angel's shoulder and kissed his
neck.
Andrew sighed contentedly. He thought of that
scene with Hugh... his eyes still alight with love for
his long-dead wife. Tears welled in his eyes.
"Hey now..." JenniAnn kissed away a tear that
rolled down Andrew's cheek. She straddled his
lap and cradled his face in her hands. "I'm
here..." she whispered.
Andrew smiled even as more tears trailed down his
cheeks.
"Laja..."
"I'm right here..."
Andrew nodded and let out another sigh as JenniAnn
buried her hands in his hair and rested her forehead
against his.
"Ya wanna pick up where we left off last night?" she
asked, her cheeks flushed.
"I do... If you..."
"Mmm hmm..."
The two kissed then snuggled beneath the covers.
JenniAnn giggled.
"What?" Andrew gave her a quizzical look.
"Just... canoodle... It's a funny sounding
word."
Andrew chuckled.
"It is. Canoodle..."
"More fun to actually do, though."
"Uh huh..."
The two kissed again and, until they fell asleep,
didn't give another thought to bickering parents or
couples counseling or mysterious non-existent tree
houses or the Crains.
*~*~*
Sunday, April 5th, 2020
In the morning, JenniAnn rose first. She smiled
dreamily at Andrew.
"You are so beautiful, my love," she whispered before
lightly kissing his brow.
Deciding she wanted to prepare breakfast in bed for
Andrew, JenniAnn slipped into her robe and slippers
and made her way to the kitchen.
She was filling a carafe with coffee when she heard a
floor board creak behind her and startled.
"Sorry. Just me."
JenniAnn turned around and greeted her father with a
smile.
"G'morning, Dad. Anything I can get for you?"
Robert shook his head.
"No. I'm fine. Just going to grab a banana
to tide me over."
"If you're sure..."
Robert grabbed a banana and nodded.
"Breakfast in bed?"
JenniAnn blushed and nodded.
"Nothing wrong with that. Listen... whatever
goes on between you and Andrew is your business.
But, just for the record, I don't assume the two of
you get in bed and lay on your backs, arms at your
sides, not touching," Robert deadpanned. "And
even if I had believed that... last night would have
given me solid cause to rethink that position."
JenniAnn giggled in spite of some lingering
embarrassment.
"The dance, you mean?"
Robert nodded.
"It was very good. I felt like I was watching Dancing
With the Stars."
"Aww, thanks, Dad. Hey...would you like to take
a tray up to Mom?" JenniAnn suggested hopefully.
Robert balked.
"I dunno... She likes eating breakfast with the
kids."
"Well, she could still sit with the kids. I'm
still gonna come down to breakfast. Andrew
probably will, too. I just... I think it would
be nice."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I do."
Robert smiled and nodded.
"Okay."
JenniAnn grabbed another tray and handed it to him.
"Have fun!"
After a smile and pat on the back for her dad,
JenniAnn left the kitchen and made her way back to her
room.
Once there, she found Andrew sitting up and staring at
their Kindle. When she entered, he looked up and
smiled.
"Laja... I was hoping..."
"Glad I didn't disappoint." JenniAnn set the
tray on the bed then carefully settled beside
Andrew. "My dad showed up while I was getting
this ready. I gave him another tray so he could
bring Mom breakfast in bed. So... here's hoping
that makes things more pleasant."
Andrew kissed her temple.
"It definitely puts me in a good mood. Not that
I needed to be put in a good mood after..."
"Last night..." JenniAnn finished. She rested
her head on Andrew's shoulder.
Andrew kissed her hair then made up a yogurt parfait
for her.
"Thanks."
"Welcome."
"So..." JenniAnn took a bite before
proceeding. "I was thinking that tonight we
might try to turn in early and watch the last two
episodes? I just have a feeling that we won't
want to stop with one episode left."
"I agree. Sounds like a plan."
"It'll be nice to actually go to church this
morning... I'm glad Fr. Mike offered."
Andrew gave JenniAnn a squeeze.
"I agree there, too. Afterwards, I think I might
spend a bit of time in my workshop. I still need
to finish some shelves for an order. And I'd
like to get the mice another house."
JenniAnn beamed.
"Sounds good. Thanks."
Andrew sighed with contentment after downing a few
orange slices and hugged JenniAnn's shoulders.
"I love you so much, Laja."
Touched, JenniAnn caressed his face.
"I love you so much, too, Andrew."
They smiled at each other then continued on with their
breakfast.
*~*~*
After the church service, Andrew headed to his
workshop as planned while JenniAnn hung out with
Belle, Shelby, and Violeta in the former's room.
The girls popped in and out of their pillow fort,
treating JenniAnn to a fashion show... featuring her
old clothes.
"Very nice!" JenniAnn praised when Violeta appeared
donning an ensemble that appeared to have been taken
from the wardrobe of Cher from Clueless.
Belle giggled and threw herself at her mother, nearly
sending a Blossom-style hat flying off her
head.
JenniAnn laughed and hugged the little girl.
"I love it! Very... colorful and cute."
Shelby appeared next, wearing flared jeans, a knit
top, and a crocheted duster.
"Aww! Sweetie! You look adorable!"
JenniAnn praised.
"You look like JenniAnn," Violeta added with a twinge
of jealousy in her voice.
JenniAnn gave the angel an affectionate squeeze.
"You all look great. And I'm glad you've been
having so much..."
Her cell phone began to ring.
"Just a sec."
JenniAnn withdrew her phone and cocked her head.
Loreena was calling... Since the pandemic had
started, they'd exchange texts a few times a
week. But Loreena hardly ever called.
"I'll be right back, girls," JenniAnn announced as she
answered the call and headed to her room. "Hey,
Loreena. What's..."
"Have you been on the Times' web site today?"
Loreena blurted out.
"Well... no..."
"There's a photo gallery. Scenes from the
pandemic. Go to the fifth photo."
"O-okay... Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Safe. Haven't left my
apartment. It's just... Josh."
JenniAnn's heart began to thud wildly. She
dashed through the hall and to her laptop.
"Is... is he okay?"
"I think so. It's just... He's out
there. Helping with... with the bodies.
I'm sure it's him. Just please look and tell me
if I'm crazy."
"Okay... It's loading. Okay, I think I see
the photo gallery. Fifth photo?"
"Yeah."
Her hands shaking, JenniAnn clicked to the fifth
photo. It showed two men, one on either side of
a body bag, carefully lifting it into a van.
Their faces were covered in masks but she recognized
them both: John... and Joshua.
"Yeah... that... that's him. And his cousin."
Loreena breathed a sigh of relief.
"I... I didn't know he had a cousin in town.
That actually... it makes me feel better to know he's
got someone he knows working with him. It's
just... I'm worried for him. What if he...
what if he gets it, JenniAnn?"
JenniAnn's fingers brushed the photo.
"Joshua is very healthy," she consoled. "He...
he's been through a lot and... he's so strong.
He'll be fine."
"I'm glad to hear that. I just... I don't
know. I saw that photo and I suppose it was just
nerves but I had this vision of Josh struggling to
breath and... it was just awful."
Tears filled JenniAnn's eyes. That had
happened... once... a long time ago.
"How... how horrible," JenniAnn responded. "But
I'm sure he's fine. I just... I had no idea he
was back in town."
"Me neither..."
Sensing the hurt in Loreena's voice, JenniAnn hurried
to comfort her.
"I'm sure he's just not said anything because...
well... it's not like we can visit, anyway."
"This is true..."
"I'm sure we'll both hear from him. Soon, I
hope."
"I hope so, too. You doing okay,
otherwise? Andrew being good to you?"
JenniAnn smiled.
"An absolute angel."
"Good for you!"
"And how are things for you?"
"You know, I'm actually doing really well. I
didn't think I'd take to this lockdown very well but
my co-workers have been having very optional daily
happy hours on Zoom and... I feel like we're closer
now. Weirdly."
"Aww. That's so great!" JenniAnn
smiled.
"Yeah! Anyway, I won't keep you. But... if
you do hear from Josh..."
"I will absolutely tell you. And you'll do the
same?"
"Of course! You take care now."
"You too! Bye!"
"Good bye!"
JenniAnn ended the call and resumed staring at
the photo, a fresh tear rolling down her cheeks.
Of course Joshua was there... And in
hospitals... And in assisted living
facilities... And in research
facilities...
A light knock on the door caused JenniAnn to, at last,
look away. The unease in her stomach grew when
she spotted her mother, her eyes puffy and edged with
tears.
"Mom! What's..."
"You told him to bring me breakfast!" Allison
exclaimed.
JenniAnn balked, genuinely confused.
"What are you..."
"This morning! It wasn't your dad's idea to
bring me breakfast! Just like he only danced
with me because he felt guilted into it after you and
Andrew."
JenniAnn shook her head in dismay.
"Mom... settle down. I... I didn't tell Dad to
bring you breakfast. I was making breakfast for
Andrew and I simply suggested..."
"It doesn't mean as much when it's not coming from
him!" Allison wailed. "I... I thought... until
he lit it slip just now... I thought he'd
planned it and... and..."
JenniAnn let out a shaky breath as her head began to
throb.
"Mom... I think you're overreacting. I
just handed Dad the tray and then I left. I
didn't help him prepare anything."
"I just wish... for once... he... he would go out of
his way and, without any help or... or guidance, do
something... special."
JenniAnn waved for her mother to sit down on a nearby
settee then joined her.
"And I can understand that. But, right now, he's
also pretty limited in what he can do, Mom."
Allison shook her head.
"It... it's been years, JenniAnn..."
JenniAnn drew in and let out a deep breath. Now
was her chance...
"So... maybe it would be good for you two to see a
counselor."
"He won't go. I've asked him before."
"Well... Andrew and I were actually thinking
that Reuel might be a good choice. Virtually, of
course. Maybe Dad will feel more up to it when
the counselor is someone I can personally vouch
for. And he doesn't even have to go
somewhere. When Andrew and I were having some
issues..."
Allison scoffed.
"What was that about?" JenniAnn questioned.
"I... I'm trying to be helpful."
"It's nothing... but I can guarantee he won't do it."
"You won't know until you ask! And Andrew could
talk to him... man to man."
Allison shook her head.
JenniAnn sighed in exasperation.
"I just... I don't know
what you want me to say or do. I'm sorry that
things are rough right now but... but I don't know
how to fix it. I made a suggestion and... and
you just shot it down. And... you know...
sometimes it's hard for me to hear you keep making
comments about Dad. I'm not saying he's not
wrong but..."
"But we can't all spend our lives in Shangri La with
a literal angel," Allison muttered. "Real
marriages are tough, JenniAnn, and..."
The tears that had threatened began to roll down
JenniAnn's cheeks... and then came the anger.
Everything she'd held in for the past three weeks
came screaming out of her mouth.
"Yes, I do have a wonderful, caring partner who
happens to be an angel. And I'm sorry if you
don't think you have that. But if you're so
bloody miserable, get a divorce! I don't
care! But do NOT act like my life with Andrew
has always been easy! Have you ever been woken
up because Dad was having a PTSD attack? When
was the last time you felt like you were going to
die because Dad was going into literal Hell to
confront literal demons? Or how about Dad
coming home late because he just had to witness a
gang rape? How's that been, Mom? No, we
may not be married. But you cannot act like we
haven't had real issues! They're a hell of a
lot more real than this stupid sniping at each other
the two of you have been doing!"
Allison stared at her daughter, horrified and
embarrassed.
"JenniAnn, I didn't..."
JenniAnn jerked away when her mother reached out to
her.
"Get away from me!" she yelped. "Don't...
touch... me."
"I... I..." Allison stammered, backing away and
shaking her head.
JenniAnn tore out of the room and down the stairs.
Having heard the yelling, both Max and Violeta
stepped out from their respective rooms.
"Maja..."
JenniAnn clamored down the stairs, through the main
level of the house, into the backyard, and streaked
towards Andrew's workshop.
*~*~*
Andrew looked up with a start when his workshop door
flew open.
"Laja!"
He sprang up from his work bench and hurried towards
JenniAnn, immediately pushing the tear-soaked hair
from her face.
"Laja..." Andrew pressed his lips to her
forehead. "Laja, what's..."
"I... I just couldn't take it any more."
JenniAnn looked around, her eyes darting. "I
just... The photo of Joshua was
already..." She rested her hand over her
belly. "And then Mom just... went off.
And then... then I went off... I shouldn't
have said those things!" She cradled Andrew's
face. "I love you. I'd go through it all
again... I don't regret it. Please know
that. I love you. But I just couldn't
bear her acting like... like it's easy. Oh
love... I love you. So much. I..."
Andrew saw her eyes flutter then felt her swoon
against him.
She was having a seizure.
"Oh, Laja..." Andrew stroked her hair and held her
close.
"Don't feel good..." JenniAnn mumbled after a few
moments.
"I know, darlin'."
JenniAnn smiled sleepily.
"I love it when your accent comes through..."
"And I love you, JenniAnn. And of course I
know that you love me. You've made it clear to
me so many, many times. But whatever was
said... we can talk about it later. For right
now..." Andrew gently steered her to his
cot. "I think you should lay down for a bit."
"Uh huh..."
JenniAnn sunk down onto the cot without argument.
Andrew tenderly tucked a blanket around her.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement in the
doorway. Craning his neck, he spotted Max and
Violeta.
"Can I get you something to drink? Or to eat?"
JenniAnn shook her head.
"Just need rest..."
"Okay. Laja, Max and Violeta are here so I'm
gonna go talk to them. But I won't be
far. Promise."
JenniAnn squeezed his hand.
"Kay."
Andrew stooped to kiss her forehead then joined the
others.
"Any idea what happened?"
Teary-eyed, Violeta shook her head.
"She... she was doing a fashion show with us and
then she got a call. And then I heard
yelling. JenniAnn came running out of your
room. And... and then Allison."
"I stopped her," Max confessed. "I just... I
got the idea that Maja needed to get away from her."
Andrew sighed and dragged a hand through his hair.
"This is ridiculous," he muttered. "And I'm
done with it. She had a seizure..."
Violeta whimpered.
"Honey, go sit with JenniAnn. Please," Andrew
requested.
Needing no further convincing, Violeta nodded and
curled up beside JenniAnn.
"Dad..." Max shook his head. "What are
we..."
Andrew motioned for Max to step outside.
"I'm done being polite," he insisted. He
stared up at the sky for a moment then looked back
to Max. "What are you and Rose doing... or
were you doing before..." He waved towards
Willowveil.
"We were going to take Landon out to visit the
stable."
"Wonderful. Could you take your brother and
sisters... minus Violeta? She can stay
here. Maybe Evie and Mallory, too?"
"Sure. Happy to."
"I just want them out of the house in case things
get heated. Not that worried about Marty and
Takoda but maybe let them know, too."
"Okay. Are you going to kick them out?
Allison and Robert, I mean."
Andrew shrugged.
"If I have to. One thing I am definitely not
doing is letting them continue like this. I...
I cannot and will not have them making Laja sick."
Max gave him a shaky smile.
"Go, Dad!"
Andrew smiled and patted him on the back.
"I just can't believe..."
"I know... They're behaving worse than
children."
Andrew nodded.
"I don't get it at all... At first I thought,
you know, everyone was stressed... Lots of big
changes... But this... Nope."
"I know..."
"Anyway... I need to make a couple of calls
first. And then check on your mom. Could
you go wrangle everyone, please? And if you
see Allison or Robert... Please tell them I'd
like to see them."
"Will do. But... where?"
Andrew thought.
"Under the willow tree in the front yard."
Max balked.
"Not what I was expecting... but okay."
Andrew smiled.
"I'm not above a little emotional manipulation."
Chuckling, Max patted him on the shoulder.
"Got it. Will do."
The two men hugged then parted, preparing for their
roles in the mission ahead.
*~*~*
When Andrew arrived at the willow tree, he found two
contrite Nebraskans.
"Andrew, I'm sorry that we've both been so boorish,"
Robert apologized.
Allison nodded.
"Things... Emotions just got out of control
and... I'm sorry that... that..."
"JenniAnn is sleeping. She had a seizure and
needed some rest," Andrew interrupted.
Allison sniffled.
"So I don't actually know what happened," the angel
of death continued. "Tell me."
Robert sighed.
"I... I suppose I haven't been as attentive as I
should be..."
"Suppose..." Allison repeated before looking to
Andrew with regret.
Andrew only sat in stony silence.
"Go on," he prodded when neither spoke.
"And... I've been short-tempered," Robert
continued. "Before we came here... when the
news upset Allison... I didn't know what to do
with that. So I'd just wander away. Pick
up a book. Do some work." He
shrugged. "I didn't know what to say so..."
"I didn't expect you to have answers! I just
wanted you to sit with me and comfort me!" Allison
bellowed.
"I... I'm sorry. But the thing is when I do do
something... it seems like it's never enough.
I brought you breakfast this morning... and then
when you found out JenniAnn did it first, you just
got angry, Allison!"
"I liked thinking you... you'd finally thought to do
something for me. It's not the same when it
turns out our daughter nudged you into it!"
Andrew stared up at the branches above him.
Two minutes... He looked at his pocket watch.
"And apparently the dancing last night didn't count,
either, because they danced first!" Robert
waved to Andrew. "I can't win!"
"I never said it didn't count! It just wasn't
spontaneous."
"We're in a pandemic, Allison! Spontaneous
isn't a thing any more!"
"Have we been in a pandemic for the last two years,
Robert?" Allison seethed.
Andrew looked at his watch. One minute.
"I'm tired, all right? I work eight hours a
day... dealing with drama for most of it. When
I come home I'm just plain tired!"
"But somehow not tired enough when bowling night
comes around."
"I need to unwind."
"You can't unwind with your wife?"
"It's not the same! You can't tell me spending
time with your girlfriends isn't different than
spending time with me."
"Of course it..."
Time was up.
"Enough!" Andrew shouted. "That's
enough. I'm not a marriage counselor. I
would be happy to set you up with one. I know
a guy... but I am not that guy. And even if I
was... that's a nope. Ixnay. Not gonna
do it."
Allison and Robert stared at Andrew as if he was an
automaton who had suddenly broke down and begun
repeating itself.
"Sorry..." Andrew apologized. "But I just want
to know... what happened with JenniAnn?"
Allison's face flushed.
"I... I suppose I just wanted someone to listen
while I vented."
"About the breakfast," Robert muttered.
Allison ignored him.
"So... I went to her. And... and she brought
up counseling but I knew he wouldn't go."
Robert said nothing.
"And she mentioned that you two had gone to him...
Reuel? And... I suppose I just got
angry. Because, in my mind, it's not the
same. You... you're practically perfect,
Andrew. And I... said as much."
There was silence for a few moments until Andrew
broke it.
"Go on."
Allison's eyes welled. "I said that... that
real marriages are tough."
"Allison!" Robert chided. "How could you..."
"Go on..." Andrew repeated.
The woman flinched under his gaze.
"She... she said that you were wonderful. But
that things hadn't always been... been easy.
She brought up the... the PTSD... and... and your
witnessing a gang rape and... and going to
Hell. And she... she was right. I... I
hadn't thought..." Allison shook her head and
began to sob.
Tears trickled down Andrew's cheeks.
"Laja..."
He grabbed the cross around his neck.
Robert bowed his head.
"She... she was right," Allison repeated as she
continued to sob. "Those... those are real
issues. I... I've been petty."
"We've been petty," Robert added, reaching out and
resting a hand on his wife's knee.
Andrew sniffled and wiped at his eyes.
"You're right. You have been.
But..." He softened. "There's obviously
some real pain there. But I just... I can't
have it continue to impact JenniAnn. So... I
spoke to Raquel and Sibyll. They've each
offered to let one of you stay with them. Just
for a few days. Just... to let everyone
breathe."
"O-okay." Allison nodded.
"Okay," Robert agreed.
Andrew let out a deep breath.
"Did you wonder why I asked you to meet me here?"
JenniAnn's parents nodded.
"When I came back from Sheol, this is where I first
appeared. And JenniAnn was waiting for
me. And it was... glorious." Andrew
smiled at the memory. "But when we
parted... The agony on her face... The
agony I felt..." His eyes filled. "It
was terrible. And I told myself that I would
make every day of her life as good as I possibly
could. Not because I felt like I owed it to
her. Not because I felt guilty... although I
did. But because I saw what being separated
would do to us both. And I wanted to do
everything in my power to make sure that never, ever
happened."
Andrew stared up at the swaying branches.
"This place marked a new beginning for us. I
hope it can for you, too." He rose to his
feet. "You can say your good byes to JenniAnn
when she gets up. But then I'd like you to
leave. Just for a few days... like I said."
"We understand."
"Yeah..."
Andrew stared down at the couple.
"Good. I'll give you some time to yourselves
now. The house is cleared so you can pack what
you need. I'm going to go check on JenniAnn."
Not waiting for further response, Andrew walked away
from the willow tree to seek out his Laja.
*~*~*
Later, once she'd had some time to nap, JenniAnn
returned to Willowveil with Andrew and Violeta.
Allison and Robert met her at the back door.
"Sweetie, I'm so sorry," Allison apologized.
"I should never have said what I said. And I
shouldn't have acted like I acted... like I've been
acting."
"I'm sorry, too, JenniAnn," Robert added. "We
both made our problems into your problems and
that... that was wrong. Very wrong."
JenniAnn gave them a weary smile.
"Thank you. I appreciate that. But I
just... I don't want to talk about it any more right
now. I think... let's just leave it for a
couple days. Please."
"Of course," Allison agreed, smoothing some hair
behind her daughter's ear. "And
actually..." She looked to Andrew who
nodded. "We're going to take a break for a few
days. I'm staying with Raquel and Nico and
your dad's staying with Sibyll and Lewellyn."
"Right. It's not a big deal. We'll be
fine. We're just getting some breathing room
and then... then we're going to contact Reuel,"
Robert shared.
"Okay... That sounds good. Right now I
just... I just want to go lay down some more."
JenniAnn hugged them both. "We'll talk
soon. I... I love you."
As Allison and Robert echoed back their "I love
yous," Andrew and Violeta escorted JenniAnn to her
room. She heaved a relieved sigh once there.
"I don't really feel like sleeping again.
But... I have no energy. I just wanna take my
shower and get into my jammies."
"Are you sure showering is a good idea?" Violeta
asked. "I mean... you'd be alone."
JenniAnn squeezed her hand.
"It's fine. It'll help with the queasiness,
actually. And I'll be quick."
"Maybe I'll just hang out here and... and make sure
you don't fall?" Violeta offered.
JenniAnn smiled.
"Sure."
"And then I can brush your hair out, if you want,"
the angel offered.
"Aww, honey. That'd be nice. Thank you."
"I'll see your parents off, Laja. But... I'll
have my cell," Andrew reminded. "Call if..."
JenniAnn stretched up to kiss his cheek.
"I will, love."
Andrew cradled her to him for a few moments then
kissed her hair and stepped away.
"Okay. Be back soon."
"Sounds good."
"I'll be here!" Violeta assured.
Andrew squeezed her hand.
"Thanks, Violeta. Love you both."
"Love you!"
"I love you, too, Andrew."
The angel of death smiled once more at the two then
left, anxious to return.
*~*~*
After JenniAnn had showered and changed, she settled
onto the bed with Violeta behind her, brush in hand.
"Tell me if I pull!"
"Will do."
"Okay." Violeta began to brush out JenniAnn's
long tresses in silence.
JenniAnn laughed.
"Honey, we can talk. It's okay."
Violeta grinned.
"Okay! I just thought maybe you wanted quiet."
"No. Talking is good. Have you heard
from Miguel?"
"Yep! I told him we only have three episodes
left to watch! And also... I asked him
if Shelby could be part of our Zoom call on
Saturday. And he agreed! That's okay,
isn't it?"
"She's mature enough to watch it. I imagine
she's mature enough to discuss it with others.
I trust the rest of the group to not say anything
really out of line. It was nice of you to
ask."
"Oh, they're all really nice! They'll be
respectful, I know it. Also... I just wanted
you to know that if you don't feel up to watching
tonight... I totally understand."
JenniAnn reached back and squeezed the angel's hand.
"Thank you. I appreciate that. And we'll
see. But, so long as I don't have another
seizure, I still want to watch. It's been
nice... getting all cozy with Andrew and watching."
Violeta hugged JenniAnn's shoulders.
"Thank you, baby."
"I just... I know sometimes you and Andrew
have disagreements. But... you... you're not
mean to each other. And even if you've had
occasional bad moments... you don't let us see
them. And... I'm glad. And... and
thankful. I feel like... like it would feel
like two halves of me were trying to pull apart...
and that would hurt."
JenniAnn's eyes welled. It did feel something
like that...
"We just... we want you kids to feel safe... not
stressed."
"We do," Violeta assured.
JenniAnn smiled.
"Good."
She turned around and hugged the angel
tightly. Then Violeta resumed brushing
JenniAnn's hair and conversation turned to lighter
topics, eventually leaving them both laughing.
*~*~*
When Andrew returned, he found JenniAnn still in
bed, reading a book. Violeta, however, was
dozing beside her.
JenniAnn smiled up at Andrew.
"Poor love... I think she just got rattled."
Andrew lightly stroked Violeta's hair.
"Yeah, I think so, too."
"How did everything go with... moving them?"
"They were fine. Really. Very
quiet. I think... the seizure scared them."
JenniAnn frowned.
"To be fair... It maybe wasn't entirely
them... mostly them. But not entirely."
Andrew pulled a chair up to JenniAnn's side of the
bed.
"Yeah... You said something about Joshua...
before your spell."
JenniAnn grabbed the Kindle off of her bedstand and,
after a few moments, handed it to Andrew.
The angel of death stared at the image of John and
Joshua.
"Loreena saw it first. She called to verify
that it was him. I... I know he's fine.
They're both fine. It was just startling to
see."
Andrew flicked at a tear in the corner of his eye.
"Wow..."
"Yeah..."
"Did you tell..." Andrew looked to Violeta.
"No..."
"Probably for the best. At least not right
then when she was already so concerned about you...
rightly."
"Yeah..." JenniAnn looked down lovingly at the
girl. "Should we tell the Friends,
though? I mean is it better to be told or...
just happen upon it and be startled?"
"We should probably tell them. Loreena may
have already told Mason and Roger."
"That's what I figured."
Andrew picked up his phone.
"I can send a group text, if you want?"
"Yes, please."
"Okay."
Andrew did so then sighed.
"Well, I'm gonna go get dinner started. Any
requests?"
JenniAnn shook her head.
"Anything sounds good. And I'm really okay
now. I can come help you."
Andrew cupped JenniAnn's chin and kissed her.
"No. It's okay. Takoda and Marty already
offered. I just want you to rest. I'll
come back up when it's ready... see if you want to
come down or eat here."
"Thank you. But I think I'll want to come join
everyone. It'll be nice to have a peaceful
meal... without worrying about a flare-up."
"I understand."
JenniAnn returned Andrew's kiss.
"See you in a bit."
"In a bit," Andrew echoed, smiling softly.
He entered the hallway but looked back once more in
time to see JenniAnn smile dotingly at Violeta then
return to her book.
*~*~*
That evening, Andrew looked on with concern as
JenniAnn gave Avi his final feeding of the day.
"Are you sure that maybe you shouldn't just try to
get to sleep early?" he checked.
JenniAnn looked up from Avi's precious, little face
to smile at Andrew.
"I'm fine. Really." She patted the spot
on the bed next to her.
Andrew sat down and smiled as JenniAnn caressed his
cheek.
"You were wonderful today. Truly."
Andrew bowed his head.
"I just... I get concerned about you."
"I know, love. But you've also proven that you
know exactly what to do to help me... and you do
it. I'll be fine. Truly."
Avi pulled away and yawned.
Smiling, Andrew stroked his cheek.
"You ready for bed, bud?"
Avi smiled sleepily.
"Sounds like a good plan." JenniAnn wiped his
mouth, kissed his brow, and handed him to
Andrew. "Night, night baby."
"Nigh-nigh..."
While Andrew got Avi settled down, JenniAnn went
around the bedroom, turning on LED votives and
changing out a scented wax cube, making the room
even homier. She also changed out off her
flannel pajamas and into the green nightgown and
silver robe that Raquel and Monica had made for her
when they were waiting for Andrew to return from
Sheol. She sighed as she remembered the look
in his eyes the first time he'd seen it... the way
his hands had glided over the silk... the way he had
held her... closely, tenderly.
"Laja..."
Andrew re-entered the room and approached, wrapping
his arms around JenniAnn's waist.
JenniAnn closed her eyes as he brushed back her hair
and kissed her neck.
"You didn't have to change," he whispered.
"I know... But Olivia has some real nightwear
game. I didn't want her showing me up,"
JenniAnn kidded.
Andrew chuckled.
"Well... I am particularly fond of this one.
Much more fond of the woman wearing it, though."
JenniAnn twisted around to face him and cradled his
face in her hands.
"Thank you. I'm incredibly fond of you,
too." She stretched up to kiss him.
"Now... you ready to watch... 'Screaming Meemies'?"
"Ready if you are..."
"I am."
The two settled into bed and took out their trusty
Kindle... ready to see how the saga of the Crains
would come to a close.
*~*~*
When the episode ended, Andrew looked to JenniAnn
who was dabbing at her eyes with her handkerchief
from Maryam.
"It's so sad... Just so sad... All of
it. Poor Olivia having that awful vision of
her babies... dead and dying. Poor Poppy...
messed up as she is... I think I'd go insane,
too, if I had to watch my babies die... slowly and
painfully. And the Dudleys... They did
have a living daughter. But now she's dead,
too."
"Laja..." Andrew squeezed her shoulders and
kissed her hair. "I think that's enough for
the night. It's been a rough day and..."
JenniAnn adamantly shook her head.
"No... I just really want to know how it all
turns out. I want to know if the other kids
are safe... or not."
"I don't know..." Andrew frowned and studied
JenniAnn.
After dabbing at her eyes once more, JenniAnn sat up
straight.
"I'm fine. Really. It was just a
lot. But... I feel like, maybe, there's
a glimmer of hope that things will get better.
Like we even saw it in this episode! Dark as
it was! I feel like Mrs. Dudley, rough around the
edges as she may be, is God's way of pushing back
against the evil in the house. When she was
talking with Olivia... all in blue and, at one
point, the wings on the angel statue behind her
seemed to be coming from her. And the way she
urged Olivia to leave the house... And how she
put aside her fears of the house and came to help
when she heard there would be children there."
Andrew smiled.
"I wondered if you'd notice the wings. Yes,
sometimes humans can be angels, too, in a
manner. I know from personal experience, of
course."
JenniAnn flushed with pride when Andrew rested a
hand over her heart and peered into her eyes.
"Always happy to be your angel," she replied,
sneaking a quick kiss. "But..." She
pulled back and looked at Andrew sternly. "New
rule! If you ever wake up and I have a
screwdriver pressed to your neck... commit me.
Immediately."
"Laja! That's never gonna happen," Andrew
protested.
"Okay, so maybe that was a touch dramatic. But
I mean..." JenniAnn sighed. "Between the
seizure and watching Olivia meltdown... I
mean... There very well could be times when
I'm not in my right mind. I mean, like,
with... with my Aunt Sophia."
"Laja... No." Andrew shook his
head. "That... that won't happen."
JenniAnn opened her mouth to remind Andrew that he
couldn't know that... but something in his eyes made
her stop.
"Well, anyway... I liked seeing Olivia bring
up the kite and the line thing with Mrs.
Dudley." JenniAnn rested her forehead against
Andrew's. "You were definitely my line today."
Andrew brushed his lips against hers then sighed
happily when she pressed closer.
With a pleased smile, JenniAnn pulled back.
"Anyway... I went on for a bit. What did
you think?" she inquired.
Andrew dragged a hand through his hair.
"It... it was a hard watch. Seeing Olivia fall
apart and Hugh just so... helpless. And it
broke my heart when Olivia was telling the twins
that she would keep them safe, that they were safe
with her because... you just... you can't keep your
kids safe. Not always. I mean...
The Dudleys had their daughter on lockdown and she
still... And Hugh thought he'd done what he
needed to to keep Olivia safe but... And the
'screaming meemies'... It reminded me of when
Nen and Tzila... all of our nightmares..."
Andrew's gaze drifted to the ceiling as he blinked
back tears.
"I just... I... I wanted to keep you safe
but..."
JenniAnn stared down at Andrew's left hand which had
drifted to her side, right over her scar.
"Oh love... Maybe... maybe we should call it a
night?"
Andrew nodded.
"Please..."
JenniAnn kissed him.
"Absolutely."
"I'm sorry. I just..."
JenniAnn shook her head and rested a finger over his
lips.
"No need to apologize. It's fine.
Truly. Let's just snuggle, okay?"
Andrew smiled gratefully and nodded.
JenniAnn returned his smile.
"Good..."
She took away the Kindle and placed it on her
bedstand then nestled down beside Andrew, her head
on his chest, her left arm wrapped across his
middle.
"Okay?" JenniAnn checked.
"Mmm hmm..." Andrew nuzzled her hair.
The two lay in silence for several minutes until
JenniAnn drifted to sleep, lulled by the steady beat
of Andrew's heart.
Andrew remained awake. He stared up at the
ceiling and thought... thought about how, once, he
had been in Hill House... or some place very like
it.
*~*~*
Planning
Monday, April 6th, 2020
"Love... love, wake up."
Andrew's eyes shot open and revealed JenniAnn
peering down at him.
"Oh good..." She bent down and kissed
him. "You... you started whimpering in your
sleep and..."
Andrew reached up to caress JenniAnn's cheek.
"I... nightmares... memories... From when I
was with Nen and Tzila."
"Poor love..."
JenniAnn snuggled back down beside the angel.
"I... hurt you," he muttered. "I killed..."
"But you didn't, Andrew. Not really."
Andrew sighed as JenniAnn's hand slid beneath his
shirt and rested over his heart.
"You've been nothing but good to me. I
honestly... I'm not sure where I'd be with out you,
Andrew. I feel like... like there's no one
else anywhere... in all time... who is so perfectly
suited to me." JenniAnn beamed at him.
"What they showed you was ridiculously
impossible. A screaming meemy if ever there
was one."
Calmed, Andrew smiled and nuzzled her hair.
"Mmm hmm..."
"And, ya know, I was thinking... If you don't
want to watch the last episode, I can just watch
with the girls and..."
Andrew shook his head.
"No... no. I'm fine. It just caught me
off-guard. I didn't expect to find a parallel
to the show and what happened in Sheol."
"I didn't think of it, either..."
"It's okay, Laja. Really.
Anyway... Do you know what time it is?"
"7:34. And Violeta is up. I know because
she texted me just before 7:00."
JenniAnn held her phone out for Andrew to see.
"WHERE IS LUKE?!?! DID SHE KILL LUKE!?"
Andrew chuckled.
"Really got into that episode, I see. And...
we still don't know."
"Nope. And I got so wrapped up in what was
going on with Olivia that I kinda forgot about poor
Luke being nabbed by Poppy."
"So... I have to find out. I'll
definitely watch with you tonight. But
then..." Andrew cupped JenniAnn's chin.
"Maybe we can find something lighter to watch, hmm?"
Laughing, JenniAnn nodded.
"Because I have enjoyed spending this time with you,
talking it over with you." Andrew rested his
forehead against JenniAnn's. "I know things
are hard right now but... I'll always be grateful we
had this time."
"Me too, Andrew..." JenniAnn ran her fingers
through his hair and sighed. "I spose we
should get up."
"Afraid so. You're feeling okay?"
"Like nothing happened."
"Good."
After one more kiss, the two left their bed and got
ready to start preparing breakfast.
*~*~*
After a very pleasant day which Andrew spent working
in his shop while JenniAnn taught remotely, the two
shared a quiet dinner with their far less strained
household. Once everyone had enjoyed root beer
floats for dessert, the two turned into their room
for the night.
As she had the night before, JenniAnn lit candles
while Andrew got a small fire going.
When they were finished, they stared at each other
for a moment.
"Ya ready?" JenniAnn checked, holding her hand out
towards the angel.
Nodding, Andrew took her hand.
"Ready."
They nestled into bed and then started The
Haunting of Hill House for the final time.
*~*~*
As the final credits rolled, both Andrew and
JenniAnn were in tears.
"So... so the house... It... it was like Sheol
the whole time?" JenniAnn mused, her voice quaking.
"I... I guess so. Sheol before Joshua
came. To some, it... it was beautiful.
To others, it was bleak and terrifying."
"Do you... do you think they'll ever get to
Heaven? Olivia and Nellie and Hugh and Mrs.
Dudley and her girls?"
Andrew put away the Kindle and wrapped his arms
around JenniAnn.
"I think the Dudleys were in Heaven. Or nearly
there. And I think with Nellie and Hugh there
to help Olivia... to help break her away from all
those misguided thoughts Poppy planted in her
head... there's hope. There's always hope."
"Yes..." JenniAnn sighed. "God bless
Nellie... That little speech of hers...
The confetti speech. It... it was so
beautiful. I... Andrew, I think I want that
recited at my funeral."
"Laja..." Andrew shook his head. "We
don't need to think about..."
"No... love... We do." JenniAnn cradled
his face in her hands. "Watching that...
It... it made me think... No matter what we
do... there's no guarantee we can keep trouble
out. And... and we can try and try to... like
Olivia... and only cause more hurt. Or... or
we can embrace it... acknowledge that pain,
suffering, and, yes... death are a part of
life. And we can prepare. And we can
pray. And we... we can have peace, Andrew."
"I... I don't want to think about it, Laja. I
just... I don't!" Andrew cried out. "It...
it's my job. But I just can't... with you."
JenniAnn took Andrew's right hand and held it to her
heart.
"I know it's hard, my love. I know.
But... I also... I don't want to leave you
alone to figure it all out on your own. I
don't want you to... to be like Hugh... I
don't want to think of you ambling around... talking to
me as if I was still here. For years on end...
trying to figure things out because we didn't talk about
those things while I was still here. And, yes, we
will still talk after... after I'm dead. But we
don't know the... the whens and the hows of that,"
JenniAnn insisted. "I just... I... I would
feel calmer, love. Especially now... with
everything going on. It would help me to... to
know that... that I hadn't left you alone to figure it
all out."
Andrew stared at JenniAnn. He knew she was
right. He, better than most, should know
that...
"She's going to ask you to watch a TV show with
her... something that's well outside of your comfort
zone. But it's important."
So this was why...
Andrew drew in a shaky breath and nodded.
"I... I understand, Laja. And I... agree."
Teary-eyed, JenniAnn brought his right hand to her lips.
"Thank you."
Andrew pulled his journal out from his bedstand and
grabbed a pen.
"So... so you want that bit Nellie said recited.
By anyone in particular?"
JenniAnn stroked his arm.
"By... me?"
"Yes, please. I... I think it would be good for
the kids. And for you."
"Okay." Andrew wrote. "Anything else?"
"I want 'What Wondrous Love' played. And... I want
'The Parting Glass' to be the last song. And then
I want everyone to go to the ballroom or a pub or
something and drink their favorite beverages and chat
and remember."
In spite of the tears still rimming his eyes, the angel
of death chuckled.
"Okay."
"And I don't care whether I'm buried or cremated or
whatever. But I want to be buried here or have my
ashes be here. In Dyeland. And if I am
buried... I want it to be natural. I don't want my
body pumped full of chemicals and then put in the
earth. And whatever I go in... a box or an urn...
I don't want it to be ridiculous. I don't want you
spending money that could fund a family vacation.
Plain pine is fine... like the ones you made. Or a
coffee tin. Clearly labeled, of course."
Andrew set down his pencil and stared, eye brow quirked.
"Laja... we are NOT putting you in a coffee tin."
JenniAnn laughed.
"Well, it's not like it'll really be me... But you
know what I mean. Just nothing
ostentatious." She sobered. "And... and if
everything happens here... Preparing my body, I
mean... I just... I don't want it to be
you. I don't want that to be the first time you...
you see me... naked. Assuming... Maybe it's
silly but... I just don't."
"I... I understand, Laja."
Andrew sighed and brushed his thumb across her cheek.
"My heart..." he choked out. "Will be broken."
"But God will be there to mend it, my love. A-and
so will I..." JenniAnn brushed away his tears as
she kissed him. "It... it'll be a change.
That's all. And... and we've had changes before
that seemed scary at first. But then... then they
made everything better." She smiled. "You
didn't used to live here. We used to sleep alone."
Andrew, too, smiled but then it cracked.
"How... how will I sleep, Laja?"
JenniAnn bowed her head.
"I... I think Joshua would let you come with me... stay
with me... if you wanted."
Andrew closed his eyes and imagined. An eternity
together... But...
"But... you wouldn't want me to," he murmured.
"I... I would, love. But... for the kids to lose
both parents in a single instant..." JenniAnn
shook her head. "I... I wanted to ask you... the
night we watched 'Two Storms'... if... if you would stay
or... or leave them when..."
Andrew shook his head, moving as if it pained him.
"I wouldn't leave them, Laja. I promise."
"Thank you." JenniAnn beamed and nestled into
Andrew's embrace for a few moments.
Andrew rested his cheek against her hair and breathed in
the scent of her lavender shampoo. He allowed the
aroma and the gentle heaviness of her body against his
to subdue him. Then he spoke.
"If... if, God forbid, it should happen while the kids
were still young... I would stay with them until
they were all grown-up. Until I knew they were in
good places, mentally and physically and spiritually,"
Andrew promised. "But if... and I hope and pray
this is the case... we grow old together... Laja,
I don't want to linger forever... to watch them get sick
and... and die... To do it alone... not really
alone... but with you gone Home."
"I understand... Can you... give them a
year? Just a year and then at any point after
that... come Home to me, to God," JenniAnn
requested. "And... in the meantime... I would come
to you in... in any way God allowed. In dreams, in
visions... And I know He would let you come Home
to visit. Just as He does now."
"A year... And, yes... He would," Andrew
agreed, clasping one of her hands in his.
"And... and there's one more thing." JenniAnn
bowed her head sending tears splashing onto the sheets.
Andrew closed his eyes tightly for a moment, bracing
himself.
"If... if things did happen like they did with my Aunt
Sophia... I... I need you to protect the
kids. Even if it makes me sad... or mad... even if
it means sending me somewhere. Sometimes... you
know how it is with dementia. People say things
they don't mean. And I... I just don't want to
hurt our kids. And I don't want to hurt you,
either, but... definitely not our babies."
Andrew shifted and rested an ear against her chest.
"I promise, Laja. I... I'll do what needs to be done...
for the kids."
JenniAnn gently ran her fingers through Andrew's
hair. She let out a shuddering breath when he sat
up and peered down at her. She brushed her thumbs
over the fine lines near his eyes and mouth and stroked
the bits of gray in his otherwise bronze hair.
"Sometimes I... I feel... weighed down... by... by how
I... I changed you," she confessed. "All these
decisions... you... you could have avoided them all."
"Laja... No." Andrew shook his head then
kissed her. "No..." he repeated. "To avoid
them... It would mean avoiding our five beautiful,
amazing kids... our grandson... the little one yet to
come. It would mean avoiding so many
friends... Avoiding seeing all of you meet and
love Joshua... and be loved by him.
Avoiding..." He looked around before returning his
gaze to JenniAnn. "This house and all the
beautiful memories that unfolded here.
And..." He smiled, a twinkle in his eye.
"Avoiding this bed... and all the beautiful memories
that unfolded... right here... finding a part of... of
myself that I... I didn't even know existed.
Avoiding you... my beloved, my own angel. No,
Laja... Even if... if everything from now on was
just sorrow upon sorrow... which it won't be... but even
if it was... I would do it all... all of it... again."
"My love..." JenniAnn pulled him down towards
her.
Andrew kissed her lips then trailed kisses down to her
collarbone.
"Closer... please," he whispered, his voice husky with
sadness and gratefulness and a need for comfort.
"Yes, my love. Yes..."
JenniAnn tugged Andrew's T-shirt over his head, laughing
when it got stuck on his chin. When she wrested it
off, his hair was askew prompting more laughter.
She brushed it into place.
"Oh, sure. And your top just slides down
gracefully so your hair looks perfect," Andrew teased,
relieved to hear her laughter.
"Poor love..." JenniAnn faux-lamented.
Andrew smiled.
"Blessed..." he corrected as he, gracefully, lowered the
top of her nightgown.
"Yes... blessed," JenniAnn echoed as she embraced him
and rested her head on his shoulder.
Andrew closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of
their hearts beating together.
"I love you, Laja," he whispered into her ear.
"Always."
"Always, my love..."
They kissed then kissed again. They dreamed
together of their future and the future of their
children and grandchildren. They laughed as they
remembered adventures and misadventures of the
past. They were so focused on each other that they
didn't hear the footsteps above them.
It was no ghost... but Life Himself.
Joshua didn't want to be heard. Right then they
needed to listen to each other. But he could give
a little inspiration...
Joshua went to his desk and jotted a note. He knew
JenniAnn would find it the next morning when she watered
the plants clustered near the windows.
He wrote a few words then, smiling, set down his pen and
sighed happily.
All would be well.
*~*~*
Tuesday, April 7th,
2020
Andrew awoke early... too early. There was no sign
of the sun yet. The dying embers of the fire were
the only source of light.
Andrew looked to JenniAnn who was still asleep.
Her right cheek rested against his chest while her hair
spread over his torso, tickling him in a pleasant way.
Twenty years and a few odd days...
That's how long he had known her. A blink of an
eye in his lifetime and yet... So much had
happened in those twenty years.
He had meant everything he'd said to her... he wouldn't
change anything.
But still he wondered... How would it work when he
was so changed?
She had touched him in ways no one else ever had...
mostly emotionally... but also physically. And
that wasn't nothing.
He both felt and heard her sigh and smiled.
Lyrics of an old song came to Andrew's mind.
"That I had
loved, not as I should,
a creature
made of clay.
When the
angel woos the clay,
he'll lose
his wings at dawn of day."
Not true, of course. She had made him a better
angel. And he should have loved her... should
always love her... would always love her. God had
created them to love each other and be loved by each
other. But maybe there was a small kernel of
truth...
The illusion he'd had that he was Andrew, angel of
death, the friendly loner, the compassionate one who
stood apart, who only observed... He'd lost
that. He was part of humanity now... When
she'd been in a coma, the word that had most perfectly
expressed how he felt was halved. He'd felt as if
his soul had been split in two and one half... her
half... was inaccessible to him. He'd
functioned. He'd parented. He'd
consoled. He'd defended. He'd prayed.
But he'd still felt halved.
And he dreaded the eventual return of that
feeling.
Andrew began to weep.
JenniAnn stirred.
"Love..." She sat up and peered at him in the
gloom.
"Sorry. I just... thinking and... didn't mean to
wake you," Andrew apologized.
JenniAnn leaned down and kissed him.
"It's okay. Thinking about?"
"The future..."
JenniAnn brought his hand to her chest then abruptly
dropped it.
"Umm..." She blushed.
"Laja..." Andrew sat up, looking at her with
concern.
"It's... nothing. Just... your crying...
Darn oxytocin. I either need Avi... or my pump."
JenniAnn ran towards Avi's nursery then shrugged.
"Sound asleep. Pumping it is. So
sorry... What were you saying?" JenniAnn asked as
she gathered what she needed.
Andrew blinked.
"I... I thought it was just when babies cry..."
"Nope. Anybody really. This is why I can't
watch movies where Hugh Jackman dies or else is majorly
distressed with Violeta unless I nurse first... or have
some really good padding. Learned that one the
hard way."
Andrew felt his lips begin to twitch.
JenniAnn laughed.
"Oh, go on. You can laugh. It's me. Of
course my breasts would be emotional saps, too."
Andrew began to laugh... a lot.
"This is why I always nurse Avi right before bed.
In case we get soppy during the night. Things are
gonna be awkward for a bit once I do start weaning
him..."
Once she was settled back down beside him, Andrew kissed
her hair.
"Oh, Laja... my Laja..." He sighed happily.
"My Andrew..." She rested her forehead against
his. "Now... talk to me."
"I'm fine. Really. This..." Andrew
laughed again as he waved to the pumps. "Weirdly
enough... was what I needed. I... I was getting a
little... a lot... sad. Thinking about how I
felt... halved... when you were in a coma. And I
don't want to feel that again. Even for a
year. Even if it's not all the time.
But... I'll get through it. And, besides,
there's no use fixating on the future when we have so
many... adventures... ahead of us."
"Such an adventure..." JenniAnn deadpanned causing
Andrew to laugh again.
After a few moments of companionable silence, Andrew
spoke.
"Do you think... in the future... when you've gone
Home... will we... still be as we are now?"
JenniAnn shrugged.
"I... don't know. You've been to Heaven.
I've not."
"Yes... But... It never felt right to ask
anyone."
"Well... I guess I've always assumed that
relationships in Heaven would be more intimate... not
less. And maybe... probably... in a different
way. I mean... look at Maryam and Yosef.
They have some sort of physical relationship. But
it's much more than that. And they seem...
settled. Comfortable with each other. Like
nothing is unsaid or undone that needs to be said or
done."
"Yes... That's true."
"But... supposing you did eventually get back to your
AOD gig... and supposing you were on Earth for a space
of time in human form... and supposing I was allowed...
I wouldn't be opposed to showing up in your apartment or
whatever and getting... nostalgic." JenniAnn
bumped her shoulder against Andrew's.
"Nostalgic?" Andrew queried, feigning ignorance.
"Canoodling, Andrew, canoodling."
Laughing, Andrew wrapped an arm around JenniAnn's
shoulders and kissed her hair.
"Gotcha."
"Good."
They exchanged smiles and, once JenniAnn was finished
pumping, got dressed and ready to face the day together.
*~*~*
Max startled when he entered the ballroom to find his
parents were already up. JenniAnn was seated on a
couch, reading, while Andrew was laying across it, his
head in her lap. Hearing Max, JenniAnn looked up
from her book and smiled.
"Hey there, g'morning!" she greeted.
Andrew moved to sit up.
"No, no," Max protested. "I didn't mean to
interrupt. I just didn't expect to see anyone else
so early. Rough night?"
"Mmm..." JenniAnn considered the question.
"Emotional night. But a good one."
"Very good," Andrew agreed dreamily.
Max chuckled.
"All right... Well, I definitely do NOT want
details. But I'm glad. You deserve it.
Truly." Max beamed at the two.
"Anyway... I thought I'd get the fire started
then... baby wants crepes. So I thought I'd use
your famous recipe, Dad, and..."
Andrew sat up and shook his head.
"Not my recipe. I got it from Joshua."
Max smiled.
"Then that makes it even more special."
"I'll help you," Andrew offered.
"Dad, you stay put. I..."
"No, really. It's okay," JenniAnn assured.
"Avi will be up soon and I gotta get a few things done
beforehand, anyway." She kissed Andrew's cheek
then rose and embraced their eldest son. "But I'll
definitely take some crepes afterwards."
"They'll be there for ya, Maja."
"I'll start the fire, Max. You go on ahead to the
kitchen," Andrew directed.
"Okay!"
Once they were alone again, Andrew took JenniAnn's hands
in his.
"Thank you. For last night... you were
right. I feel... better. Everything with
COVID... It was weighing on me. And it still
is. How can it not? But it doesn't feel
as... rough. Because... even if the worst
happened... I... I know what you want."
JenniAnn squeezed his hands then released them so she
could stroke his mussed hair into place.
"I'm glad. I feel better, too."
They kissed, smiled at each other, then went about their
chores, happy and peaceful.
*~*~*
Andrew was piping raspberry compote into crepes when he
heard the sound of someone running down the stairs and
into the kitchen.
"Andrew!" JenniAnn exclaimed as she approached.
She thrust a piece of paper out towards him. "I...
I found this. In Joshua's room."
Overhearing, Max set down a mixing bowl and approached.
"Is... is everything all right?"
Andrew read the note and smiled.
"Very much all right." He looked to JenniAnn who
nodded.
Max accepted the note his father held out to him.
He, too, grinned when he finished reading it.
"I love it! A ceremony in El-Chanan. I
mean... I'm really glad you had your blessing ceremony
with Joshua. But I always thought you deserved to
have something we could all celebrate."
"We've discussed it... here and there. But never
committed to anything." JenniAnn took the note
back from Max and silently reread it.
"You've made difficult... but necessary plans, my
beloved ones. Now plan for something more
pleasant... a blessing ceremony in El-Chanan when all of
this is over and you can safely gather together
again. And it will happen. Trust in that...
and in me. All my love, Joshua"
Andrew kissed JenniAnn's hair.
"I can't wait."
"Me neither..." JenniAnn smiled, lost in pleasant
thoughts.
"A nice ceremony... then dancing the night away."
Andrew held his hand out to JenniAnn.
Laughing, she took it and let him lead her in a few
steps near the refrigerator.
Max looked on, smiling proudly and feeling grateful to
see them so happy.
*~*~*
When it came time for bed that night, Andrew and
JenniAnn found themselves uncertain of what to do.
Andrew chuckled.
"I mean we only had Hill House for about a
week..."
JenniAnn smiled.
"I know... But it was nice to have a routine with
so much else being so wonky."
"Well, I have an idea."
JenniAnn watched, curious, as Andrew once again took his
journal from his bedstand.
"Plans... For El-Chanan, for our blessing
ceremony." He began to write. "You told me
about your dream wedding once. Gourmet popcorn as
favors, right?"
Delighted that he'd remembered, JenniAnn nodded and
rested a hand on his arm.
"And blue and green decorations?"
"Emerald and cerulean."
Andrew grinned.
"Right... Emerald and cerulean," he repeated as he
jotted the words down.
"And you, love... what do you want?" JenniAnn inquired.
"Hmm... Lots of candles. Real ones."
"Yes..."
"And a sundae bar at the reception."
With a laugh, JenniAnn nodded.
"Okay..."
"But mostly... mostly I just want you... and our
family... our friends... all together."
"Yes..." JenniAnn snuggled against the angel.
Andrew kissed her hair.
JenniAnn smiled then reached for their Kindle.
"I wanna look for a dress. Is that weird?
Too soon?"
Smiling, Andrew shook his head.
"Not weird, not too soon. I won't look if you
don't want me to."
"No. You can. I'd like your input. I
just won't want you to see me in it til that day."
"Sounds good."
And so they went from site to site, looking at dresses
and dreaming until their eye lids grew heavy.
"Best get to sleep," Andrew said between yawns.
"Yes... I feel like we might get woken up.
Violeta and Shel are probably about half-way through the
final episode by now. There will be... feelings, I
think."
"Yes... probably. So... until then, g'night, sweet
Laja."
"G'night, my love."
After a kiss, they got comfortable, silently said their
prayers, and drifted to sleep.
*~*~*
JenniAnn awoke to the sound of sniffling. Wearily,
she opened her eyes and turned away from Andrew,
expecting to see Belle standing next to their bed.
And, at first, she thought the child standing beside her
was Belle. And then she spoke.
"Can... can I sleep in your... your b-bed tonight,
JenniAnn?"
For a moment, JenniAnn gaped. It had been a long
time since she'd seen Violeta's child-form.
"P-please..." the angel pleaded.
JenniAnn snapped to attention.
"Of course, baby. Come here."
Without hesitation, Violeta climbed into bed and laid
beside JenniAnn.
"Poor love... you're so cold." JenniAnn rubbed
Violeta's little arms to warm them.
"I... I went outside. I wanted to see the
stars. And talk to Joshua."
"I see. And did that help?"
"A... a little. But I was still scared. And
then... then I was little."
"Ah... Sounds like Joshua knew what you needed."
For the first time since entering Andrew's and
JenniAnn's room, Violeta smiled.
JenniAnn kissed her forehead.
Violeta reached for the cross around the woman's neck
and began fingering the stones.
"This one's for Andrew. This one's for you.
This one's for Max. This one's for me."
"Yup."
"This one's for Shel. This one's for Belle.
And this one's for Avi."
"That's right. So you're all always close to my
heart."
"I came from your heart," Violeta whispered.
JenniAnn smiled.
"I spose ya did, in a manner. And from Andrew and,
most of all, from God."
Violeta nodded and ran her fingers over the stones
again.
"'Seven keeps us safe'... like Luke said in the show."
"Honey... God keeps us safe. You know that."
"I... I know. But... I like being seven... I
don't want us to ever not be seven," Violeta
fretted. Her big eyes filled as she stared into
JenniAnn's. "I don't want you to ever go away."
"Baby..." JenniAnn smoothed some hair behind
Violeta's ears. "I'm not ever gonna go away.
Not really. You know that. You've lived in
Heaven."
"I... I know. But... but what if... if you get
lost... in the dark... like... like your..."
Violeta's lower lip trembled.
"Like my aunt Sophia did?" JenniAnn whispered.
The angel nodded.
"Then that... that would be very, very sad, my darling
girl. But it wouldn't last forever. And if
it did happen... Andrew has promised to do everything he
can to help you kids through it. And you'd have
even better, bigger help." JenniAnn wrapped the
girl's fingers around the cross. "I don't believe
things are really like in the show, Violeta. When
people get sick in their mind... God is still holding
them so close. And even if they say things they
don't mean... God knows them. He knows how they
truly are. They aren't lost. Not like
Olivia. Not really."
"That... that makes sense."
JenniAnn smiled and kissed Violeta's forehead.
"Good."
Violeta gently released JenniAnn's cross.
"Can I listen? To your heart, I mean?" she
requested.
"Sure, honey."
JenniAnn nestled the little angel closer.
Violeta closed her eyes and listened.
As she did, JenniAnn began to hum Maryam's lullaby until
both she and Violeta were asleep.
*~*~*
Andrew's eyes shot open when he realized JenniAnn wasn't
snuggled against him as she usually was. Anxious,
he flicked on his bedside lamp.
And that's when he noticed he wasn't the only angel in
the bed.
"Violeta..." he murmured, tenderly stroking the child's
curls.
When he shifted to lay back down, he saw his and
JenniAnn's door was cracked open... and someone was
standing in the hall. He beckoned for them.
Shelby entered, holding Belle's hand. The little
girl was blurry eyed and buried her face in her sister's
side.
"We... we got up and... and we didn't know
where..." She looked curiously at the girl nestled
against JenniAnn. "Is... is that..."
Andrew nodded. He examined Shelby. Even in
the dim light, he saw something haunted in the teen's
eyes.
"Tell you what... Since we're three for three on
sleepless kids, I'm gonna go check on Avi and stay with
him. You girls can come lay down."
Belle rushed forward but Shelby hesitated.
"You're sure?"
Andrew lifted Belle onto the bed then smiled at the
older girl.
"I'm sure."
With a relieved smile, Shelby climbed onto the bed.
"Hmmm?" JenniAnn roused.
"Go back to sleep, Laja," Andrew urged.
"Everything's okay."
JenniAnn smiled sleepily as Belle nuzzled against her
and Shelby clasped her hand.
"Okay, love. Sweet girls..."
Before heading to the nursery, Andrew looked back once
more. He gazed at the four, his eyes welling at
the sweetness of the scene... but also the nascent
sadness of it.
A quote from Hill House, from Hugh Crain to his
ghostly wife, came back to him.
"Even if they’re broken, or addicted, or joyless or,
yes, even if they die, we have to watch it all.
Because we’re parents. That’s the deal we
make. Whatever that life is, we bear witness."
He may as well have been speaking of being an angel.
A tear trickled down Andrew's cheek as he thought of the
future. As an angel of death and as a father, he
would watch his children grieve. He would bear
witness... for a year... God willing.
Andrew brushed at his cheek then stepped into the
nursery. He smiled when he saw Avi standing up,
holding the bar of his crib.
"You too, little fellow?"
Avi smiled and held his arms out.
Andrew picked him up and carried him to the couch.
"Daddy..."
"I'm here, bud, I'm here."
Andrew laid down with the little boy.
Avi clasped Andrew's pajama shirt and snuggled against
him.
"Daddy..."
"Avi..."
"Ove you."
"Love you, too."
"Nigh, nigh."
"G'night, my boy."
Andrew stared up at the ceiling as Avi began to snore
so, so quietly.
"Thank You," he whispered. "Whatever comes... I am
grateful. So grateful."
Then, wearied, Andrew drifted to sleep to dream of
emerald and cerulean and popcorn and ice cream and
dancing and love.
*~*~*
Wednesday, April 8th,
2020
JenniAnn awoke to the feeling that someone was staring
at her. Her suspicions were confirmed when she
opened her eyes to see Violeta's wide, pensive
ones. She was still in her child form.
"Hi, honey. G'morning," she whispered after
looking over at Shelby and Belle, still asleep.
"Morning. They saw me..."
JenniAnn nodded.
"Although Belle was probably too sleepy to really
notice."
"But Shel..."
"Yes."
Violeta frowned.
"I'm her big sister..."
"It's okay. We all get scared sometimes. And
she knows who you really are. You're still her big
sister."
"Yeah... But I should ask Joshua to turn me
back. I just..." Tears welled in Violeta's
eyes.
JenniAnn cupped her chin.
"Let's go in the other room for a lil bit and talk,
huh?"
Pleased, Violeta nodded and slipped out of the
bed. She stood still, watching as JenniAnn put on
her robe and slippers.
JenniAnn moved to the door then halted when she noticed
the angel wasn't following. Turning, she saw
Violeta smiling shyly. JenniAnn ruffled her hair
then scooped her up. After checking to make sure
no one was in the hallway, she carried the girl into the
library and plopped her down on an overstuffed settee.
"Now... did the last episode scare you?" JenniAnn asked.
Violeta shrugged.
"Not really. It just... it made me think. A
lot. All of it. But especially the last
episode."
"I can see that. Andrew and I both cried. A
lot. And thought... a lot... too."
"I think it would be hard to watch as a mommy or daddy,"
Violeta mused.
"It was..."
"It... it was hard to watch as a sister, too."
Violeta clasped her butterfly necklace. "I... I
don't want to be like Nellie. I don't want to be
left behind." She looked around the room.
"All alone in this house..."
"Honey... Why do you think you'd be left all alone
here?"
"Maybe not alone... But you'll all leave.
Andrew, too. I... I know he'll go to be with you
at some point."
"Violeta..." JenniAnn pulled the girl onto her
lap. "You know Joshua better than that! He'd
never strand you here."
"But... but then what will it be like?" Violeta bleated.
JenniAnn sighed.
"I don't know, sweet girl. But I know you'd have a
choice."
"Kittens... kittens need their mommies!" Violeta sobbed.
"Oh, honey..." JenniAnn smiled sadly as she
recognized Olivia's line. She held Violeta close
and swayed. "They do. But then they grow
up. And they learn how to be out in the world on
their own. You won't always feel so small... so
nervous. You'll keep growing and changing and
becoming the angel you're meant to be. And you'll
be ready to be on your own when the time comes... but
you'll never really be on your own. You know
that. God is always, always there. And He'll
call you Home when it's time for you to be Home.
Just as He does now."
"Yeah..."
"I'm not sure you watching that show was a good idea
after all... I hope Miguel picks something
cheerier next time."
"Miguel..." Violeta repeated.
JenniAnn smiled when the girl slid off her lap.
Violeta shook her head.
"I... It just gave me lots of thoughts.
But... I'm glad I watched. I'm glad Shel watched
with me."
JenniAnn felt a twinge of regret, though mostly relief,
as Violeta began to change.
"I really came to love the characters... warts and
all. I'm glad you're not like Olivia. And
Andrew's not like Hugh. He'd never hide so much
from us."
"No... He wouldn't."
"I did think of him, though... When Hugh was
talking about standing at the door with his arms
stretched out to keep the monsters out... and then he
didn't have arms left for his kids... to hug them and
hold them. I think... I think maybe that's how
Andrew was with you and your friends. Early on, I
mean. That's why he kept you away."
"Oh... I think you're exactly right,
Violeta." Fresh tears welled in JenniAnn's
eyes. "He was keeping the monsters out..."
"Yes... Anyway... I want to talk about it with
Miguel and everyone." Violeta, now grown,
sighed. "But... I... I guess... I just
needed... you. I know you're not my mommy but...
you're close. And it was really sad watching them
lose their mommy... and... and watching her lose
herself."
"It was... very sad," JenniAnn agreed as she brushed
some tear-laden hair from Violeta's face. "And I'm
glad you came to me. I want you to always come to
me or to Andrew if you have a problem or concern we can
help you with. But you don't have to be little,
honey."
"I know..." Violeta blushed. "But... I
wanted to be. And Joshua said I could be.
Did I weird Shel out?"
"I think she was startled at first. But
fine. She knows it's happened before. And...
truth be told... it was nice." JenniAnn
smiled. "I love you always. But... it was
nice to be able to carry you again."
Violeta grinned.
"It was nice to be carried."
"How about, after lunch, you, me, Shel, and Andrew sit
down with some cocoa and talk all about the show?"
JenniAnn offered.
The angel nodded excitedly.
"I'd like that. A lot!"
"Then we'll do that." JenniAnn kissed Violeta's
forehead then cupped her chin. "Sweet baby..."
Violeta sighed and rested her head on JenniAnn's
shoulder.
"I feel better..."
JenniAnn smiled.
"Good. How about we go start some pancakes?"
"Yum..."
The two rose and went to the kitchen together where
their discussion turned cheerier.
"And I don't know... It was just so weird because
Teresa kept referencing Dante's Inferno and
Judas and Ivy, Sy, and I just kept staring at each
other. Cause, like, we know Yehuda's not still in
Hell. Sometimes it's so weird to not be able to
tell people stuff you know, ya know?" Violeta chattered.
"I do..."
"I wish Joshua could come and speak to our
class... But I know people wouldn't believe
him. Are the Friends still doing the big
livestream of Superstar on Friday?"
"Yep!"
"Do you think Joshua will show up for that... virtually
I mean?"
JenniAnn smiled.
"That would certainly be nice... Guess we'll have
to see."
Marty entered the kitchen, sniffing the air.
"Pancakes?" he guessed.
Violeta laughed and nodded.
"Yep!"
"And here I was just hoping for some tea...
Pancakes are much better."
"But tea is still nice." JenniAnn handed him the
kettle.
"It is. I think I could go for some Earl
Grey. Anything for you ladies?" Marty asked as he
filled the kettle.
"Ginger Lemon for me, please," JenniAnn requested.
"Violeta?"
"Mmm... Surprise me?"
"Will do. So you've all finished your show then?"
"Andrew and I did a couple nights ago. Violeta and
Shelby just last night," JenniAnn replied.
"I see... And what did you think?"
"Have you seen it?" Violeta asked.
Marty smiled.
"Not exactly... But I had to record everything
while they were making it... And record countless
reactions... So... I feel as if I have."
JenniAnn studied Marty as he removed cups from the
cupboard. It somehow hadn't occurred to her until
that moment that Marty would know of her and Andrew's
conversation after the finale. And she had to know
what he thought...
"I... I think it was exceedingly well done and... I
think it prompted important conversations," she
answered. "I just... I hope what came out of those
conversations was... right."
Marty met her probing gaze and smiled tenderly.
"I can't speak for all cases... but yours, my lady...
yours I feel good about," he assured.
JenniAnn blinked back tears and smiled.
"Good... Thank you."
Marty squeezed her hand then turned to Violeta.
"And you..." Marty sneered.
"Uh oh..." Violeta's face colored.
"You're very cute."
The younger angel giggled.
Marty smiled then resumed preparing their tea while
JenniAnn and Violeta refocused on the pancakes, simply
happy to be together.
*~*~*
After her morning classes had ended, JenniAnn sat on
Willowveil's front porch with Andrew, watching a hay
wagon approach. He could tell she was anxious.
"It'll be all right, Laja," he assured.
"I know... I just... nerves." She shrugged.
Andrew hugged her to him.
"I'll be here the whole time."
JenniAnn kissed his cheek.
"Thanks."
"Sure thing."
As the hay wagon neared, Fr. Mike waved to Andrew and
JenniAnn.
"Hey there!" he greeted.
"Good afternoon, Fr. Mike!" JenniAnn replied. She
turned her gaze to his passengers. "Mom, Dad...
welcome back."
Robert helped Allison off the wagon and walked with her
to the porch.
"JenniAnn..." Allison hurried forward and hugged
her daughter. "You... you look good.
Better."
JenniAnn smiled.
"Thank you. I feel better." She embraced her
father. "I hope the two of you... feel better."
"We do," Robert answered. "Much better and...
we're sorry, sweetheart. For the yelling... for
the..."
"For the lack of boundaries," Allison continued.
"I should have never, ever tried to put you between
us. And... and I don't want to do that now but...
I feel like we owe you some sort of explanation... you
and Andrew both."
"And that's my cue to go visit with the others..."
Fr. Mike began to back away and towards the backyard
where he could hear kids playing and Yoktan braying.
Andrew chuckled.
"Thanks, Fr. Mike."
"Thank you for the ride, Father!" Robert called.
"Oh! And you got our bags down. Thank you,"
Allison added.
"Not a problem. Have a good visit."
Once the priest disappeared around the corner of the
castle, Andrew waved to the porch.
"Let's all have a seat. We have some tea and
coffee."
JenniAnn's parents nodded and took their places on a
bench across from Andrew's and JenniAnn's swing.
Once drinks were served, Robert began.
"Things... they've just been tense at work.
Draining. Exhausting. And... and instead of
working on managing my workload there, I just started
coming home: tired and grumpy and short-tempered."
"And... I would get upset that... that he wasn't more
attentive," Allison picked up. "And I poured my
frustrations out on you because... because I guess I
wanted you on my side. But that was wrong,
JenniAnn. It was wrong. And I knew that but
I just... I kept doing it. And the
dissatisfaction... the frustration... they just got more
intense when we came here and... there was a night...
last week... I couldn't sleep and... and I went to the
kitchen to make some tea. And I saw the two of
you... dancing."
Andrew and JenniAnn exchanged a surprised look.
"And you looked... so... beautiful... and... and so
much... a part of each other. It just... it made
me feel worse. Jealous even... And on
Sunday... I lashed out. And I'm so sorry for
that. I'm sorry that I hurt my... my baby."
Allison reached out to pat her daughter's knee.
"And I'm sorry that I implied..." She shook her
head. "No... I said that what you two shared...
wasn't real... that you didn't have real problems.
And I know... I know that's not true. And I'm so,
so sorry."
JenniAnn softly wept and nodded as Andrew stroked her
back.
"We'll do better, JenniAnn. I promise we'll do
better," Robert vowed. "We... we already had our
first visit with Reuel. And he's already given us
some things to think about, to try. And we
will. We are. I'm sorry... we're sorry...
for how we acted."
JenniAnn shakily let out the breath she'd been holding
then stood.
"I'm glad and... and thank you. And I... forgive
you. I do. And I think... Reuel's a great
counselor. He'll help you out. But... but if
there's any more sniping in front of the kids... you'll
have to go again. And... and you won't get another
chance staying here. Cause... I... we... don't
want our kids upset."
Andrew squeezed JenniAnn's hand and nodded.
"We promise, JenniAnn," Allison vowed.
"We promise," Robert echoed. "Thank you."
Once more, JenniAnn hugged her parents. Andrew,
too, embraced them.
"Now..." JenniAnn wiped at her eyes. "You
wanna go see the kids?"
"So much!" Allison gushed.
Robert nodded.
"We've missed them. And you... both of you."
With a smile, Andrew clapped Robert on the back.
"We're glad you're back. And the kids will be,
too."
The quartet made their way around the castle and to the
backyard. Spotting her grandparents, Belle came
hurdling towards them.
Andrew and JenniAnn watched, arms around each other, as
Allison scooped her granddaughter up.
"Feeling better?" the angel checked.
"Much." JenniAnn squeezed his middle and rested
her cheek against his chest. "Thanks for being
with me."
"Being with you is always a good thing, JenniAnn."
"Even when I haven't slept and didn't get my morning
coffee yet?"
Andrew chuckled and nodded.
"Even then."
"Liar..."
"No, ma'am! Can't lie."
"True..." JenniAnn moved to her tiptoes and kissed
him. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Laja."
Andrew brought JenniAnn's hand to his lips then,
together, they moved into the yard and joined the
others, basking in the laughter and joy of their
children.
*~*~*
After lunch, Andrew, JenniAnn, Shelby, and Violeta
settled into the library with cocoa and cookies.
"So... thoughts?" Andrew prompted.
Shelby nodded.
"I really liked it! I liked how each of the
siblings were really individuals. And how it
showed that just because they fought... even when it got
really ugly... it didn't mean they didn't love each
other. I sometimes wonder... I mean we're
all such different ages. And Belle and Avi are
still so little. And I wonder what we'll be like
when we're all grown-ups. Will we still all get
along? Still spend time together? Watching
the Crains... whose relationships were so much more
strained... come together as adults... Well, I
thought it was hopeful."
"I felt really bad for their dad, though..." Violeta
countered. "All their adult lives, the kids
basically ignored him except for Nellie. And it's
only at the very end... when he's dead... that they
realize he was only protecting them."
"That was very sad," Andrew agreed. "It did remind
me of Someone, though..."
"God?" Shelby guessed.
Andrew nodded.
"Unlike God, Hugh had flaws. But I think that
happens a lot with humans... and, yes, sometimes even
angels. They don't see the whole picture.
They don't see how God is protecting them. And
they get mad, sometimes, when He doesn't do what they
think they need Him to do. But He knows best...
just like Hugh knew it was best for those little kids to
not know that their mom murdered little Abigail."
"I hated that scene," JenniAnn remarked with a
shudder. "Poor girl... Poor Olivia... not
being in her right mind."
"The ended reminded me of The Last Battle,"
Violeta continued. "For Mrs. Dudley, Hill House
became beautiful... just like inside the stable was
beautiful for the Narnians. For Olivia and
Poppy... it remained decrepit. At least
sometimes."
"Ivy mentioned it reminded her of C.S. Lewis and now I
know why. But it also reminded us of..."
JenniAnn looked to Andrew.
"Sheol," he finished. "It was beautiful to me...
to Yosef... to John... not to the demons."
Shelby clasped his hand.
"You were like Hugh... You went to face the demons
in Sheol, not knowing how long you might be there, to
protect us... to keep them away from us."
"Aww..." JenniAnn teared up. "I didn't make
that connection but... yes."
"And you can fix things. A lot... but not
always. Like Hugh." Violeta beamed at her
supervisor.
"And I sometimes feel like..." JenniAnn looked
around the room. "Our castle is beautiful... and
cozy... and filled with warmth and love. But it's
not Heaven. And yet... here you are. Staying
with me, with the kids... when you could have
more. You gave up a lot... just like Hugh."
Andrew cradled her face in his hands.
"I... I gained a lot more than Hugh, Laja.
You. Our girls. Our boys. A second
home." He smiled at Shelby and Violeta. "And
I'm not the only one who fixes things. When I've
had rough assignments and come back here... walking
these halls, seeing all of you... that fixes me."
"Aww!" Violeta hurried over and hugged Andrew
tightly.
"Leave room for me!" JenniAnn cried.
"And me!" Shelby added.
Andrew beamed and soaked in their love.
"My girls..."
*~*~*
That evening, as Andrew and Robert prepared dinner,
Allison sought out her daughter. She found
JenniAnn in her bedroom, folding laundry.
"There you are..."
JenniAnn smiled.
"Yeah... These have been sitting since
yesterday. I figured it was time to fold them."
"Can I help you?"
JenniAnn froze for a moment. She wasn't entirely
sure what all was in the basket. But maybe it
didn't matter.
"Sure. Thanks."
For a few moments, the two folded the laundry in awkward
silence until Allison spoke again.
"That little Avi and Evie... What a pair!
Earlier, I picked him up to go change his diaper and the
look she gave me... woulda liked to have broken my
heart!"
"It's pretty remarkable. I'm a bit anxious to see
how that bond changes as they get older. But for
right now... it's pretty sweet."
"Yes. It is. I had a nice talk with Shelby
and Violeta, too. They both... they remind me of
you. Each in different ways."
"How so?"
"Well... Shelby simply looks like you. And the way
she'll sometimes throw out a literary reference. I
suppose that comes from being around Vincent. And
Violeta... I don't know. I can't quite put
my finger on it."
JenniAnn briefly considered telling her mother about
Violeta's creation but thought better of it. She
didn't want her to treat Violeta differently than the
others.
"It's like... a blend of protective and vulnerable..."
Allison continued. "She's so sweet and sensitive
and yet... I feel like she's do anything for those she
loves."
JenniAnn smiled to herself. That was her girl...
borne of longing and compassion and love and tears.
"Well... this is pretty."
JenniAnn looked up to find her mother holding one of her
nightgowns.. a strappy, sapphire blue, knee-length
number.
"That's one of my nursing nightgowns."
"Oh... right."
"The straps unclip there so... easy access for
Avi." JenniAnn paused for a moment, unsure on if
she wanted to proceed or not.
She decided she did.
"But I..."
"Hmm?"
"I've been wearing stuff like that for a while.
Before Avi. Not all the time. But
sometimes. I... It makes me feel pretty
and... Andrew... likes that... them..."
JenniAnn drew in a steadying breath. "We don't
have a sexual relationship... you know that. He
can't. And I don't want to. But... it is...
physical. And it's... deep. And it's...
grown-up." Her eyes flooded. "I honestly...
I know people say sex brings people closer. But I
don't know how I... I could feel any closer, any
deeper. We don't fight much... not because he's
almost perfect... but because when walls come up between
us... I feel... we feel... halved."
Allison began to cry.
"It's not that I... I feel in any way intimidated or...
or restricted," JenniAnn insisted. "But to
think... Someone lived thousands... maybe millions
of years... waiting for me... meant for me... And
now, finally, we're here. Together. For
what... to him... is ultimately one, brief, shining
moment... It puts things in perspective. I'm
not going to hurt him... not going to be short with
him... about stuff that is, in the end, petty and
stupid. We... we have problems...
heartbreaks... And sometimes we disagree.
But we... we try, really, really hard, to never be
unkind. It... it hurts too much. But I
hope... now and... and on Sunday... you didn't...
don't... think that what we share brings me only
sadness. It does sometimes. But mostly... I
feel... joy, comfort, peace, warmth, and love... so much
love... for him, from him. And I feel...
whole. Please... know that."
Through her tears, Allison smiled and nodded.
"I... I do, JenniAnn. I do. I spoke
foolishly... But I also... I didn't know. I
suppose.... I suppose I had a bit of a condescending
view of your relationship. And I did... for so
long... worry that, in being with Andrew, you would miss
out on so much. It... it never really occurred to
me that... you'd miss out on the best things without
him. I'm sorry, baby."
JenniAnn hugged her mom tightly.
"And I'm sorry, too. I... I should have explained
things more... shouldn't have tried to hide things."
"But I understand... Your dad and I were so...
wary at first. And, truthfully, for longer than we
should have been. I mean... he's an angel, for
crying out loud! What did we think he was gonna
do?"
JenniAnn laughed.
"And he's very handsome... Even more so, I think,
since he's started graying."
"I agree!" JenniAnn beamed. "And I love the
lil crinkles by his eyes."
"Whose eyes are that?" Andrew questioned, mischievously,
from the doorway.
JenniAnn approached and wrapped her arms around him.
"Yours, of course."
Andrew smiled tenderly at her.
"Well, thank you. Anyway... I came up to tell you
ladies that dinner is ready."
"Oh good! Thank you! I was getting a bit
hungry." Allison patted JenniAnn's arm.
"I'll head on down to help the kids get settled."
"Thank you! Be down in a bit."
Once Allison was gone, Andrew cupped JenniAnn's chin and
studied her face.
"Is everything all right?" he checked.
Smiling, JenniAnn nodded.
"It is. We cleared the air. And... I think
she gets us more now."
"Good."
"Love?"
"Hmm?"
"Thank you. For everything you've done to keep us
safe. For helping me through that whole mess with
my parents. For watching the show with me.
And also... for planning with me."
Andrew embraced JenniAnn tightly.
"You're very welcome. But thank you... for giving
me a family to keep safe... for giving me a future to
plan... for loving me."
JenniAnn nuzzled his chest.
"'Where you go, I will go," she murmured.
"And where you stay, I will stay," Andrew replied.
"Your people will be my people."
"And your God, my God."
JenniAnn buried a hand in Andrew's hair and kissed him
on the right cheek.
"I love you."
She placed another kiss on his left cheek.
"I love you."
Andrew clung to JenniAnn as her lips met his.
"I love you," she whispered.
"And I love you... forever," he replied.
JenniAnn rested her ear against Andrew's chest and
listened to the beat of his heart.
"Forever," she echoed.
Andrew nuzzled her hair then smiled as a joyful,
childish shriek sounded from the main floor.
"Dinner is waiting," he reminded.
"Yes..."
Hand in hand, the two proceeded down the stairs and were
soon pulled apart by Belle wanting her Daddy's help and
Landon beckoning for his Gamma.
They exchanged sheepish smiles and picked up the little
ones. But before they moved apart, Andrew rested a
hand on JenniAnn's arm.
"Later tonight... It's supposed to be nice.
The balcony?" he suggested.
Beaming, JenniAnn nodded.
"I'll be there."
Andrew grinned.
JenniAnn felt her stomach somersault and let out a
giggle.
They parted, both looking forward to the evening ahead.
*~*~*
At Belle's and Shelby's prompting, the entire
family had gathered to watch Frozen and Frozen
II after dinner. Thus, it was well after
10:00 by the time Andrew and JenniAnn made it to the
balcony.
"It is so lovely..." JenniAnn praised. "Warm
enough that I don't even need my robe." She
slipped it off and tossed it on a chair.
"And all the stars..." Andrew smiled out at them.
JenniAnn placed her hand over his as it rested on the
railing.
"This morning, when it was just the two of us, Violeta
made an interesting connection about Hill House...
specifically Hugh. And you."
Andrew turned towards JenniAnn.
"And that was?"
"The part when he and Olivia are talking just outside
the Red Room. He tells her that he was holding the
door closed with his arms outstretched so monsters
couldn't get out and get to his children. But then
he didn't have any arms for the kids. He was
protecting them... but he also hurt them without meaning
to... without wanting to. Violeta thought it
sounded a lot like you... before. In the early
days. When you kept so much inside... to protect
us... me."
Andrew sniffled.
"It does..."
JenniAnn wrapped her arms around him.
"I understand now. I do. But... I'm glad you
changed your mind. Because... cause I'd rather
have your arms around me."
Andrew pulled her close to him.
"I can handle monsters. I can't handle not having
you beside me."
"Laja..." Andrew brushed his thumb against her
left cheek.
JenniAnn kissed his palm then peered up at him and
smiled.
"Dance with me?"
"Happily." Andrew withdrew his phone. "I
unearthed an old friend. Violeta wasn't the only
one thinking about the old days."
JenniAnn smiled as the familiar opening notes of Simon
and Garfunkel's "Scarborough Fair/Canticle" began.
"You used to listen to it all the time. Why?"
Andrew asked as they began to dance.
"I... I guess I just thought it was beautiful.
Half fairy tale, half tragic reality. It ends on
the fairy tale. I always hoped... we'd end on the
fairy tale." JenniAnn peered up into Andrew's
glistening eyes. "Thank God... We did."
"Yes... thank God," Andrew agreed, his voice husky.
They swayed, focusing on the music and their bodies
moving together.
"'Are you going to
Scarborough Fair?
Parsley,
sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember
me to one who lives there.
She
once was a true love of mine...'"
JenniAnn clung to Andrew as the final notes drifted
away, her cheek pressed to his chest. She looked
up when he softly tickled her shoulder.
"Closer?" Andrew requested with a hopeful, crooked
smile.
"Mmm hmm..."
JenniAnn rested a hand over his heart then pulled a
curtain halfway across the balcony.
Andrew did the same, closing off the other half.
They sunk down to cushions spread across one half of the
balcony. As Andrew unclipped the straps of
JenniAnn's gown, she undid the buttons of his
shirt. Once it was off, she moved into his waiting
arms.
"Twice..." she whispered with a smile as her fingers
gently massaged his back.
"Twice what?"
"Twice this week you've initiated... this."
Andrew blushed.
JenniAnn kissed him.
"I like it," she assured.
The angel smiled then returned her kiss.
"Maybe we need to watch scary things more often?"
JenniAnn teased. "I rather like what it does to
you."
Andrew chuckled and rested his forehead against hers.
"Maybe..."
JenniAnn smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck,
pulling him closer.
"I love you, Andrew."
Andrew sighed as she kissed his shoulder.
"I love you, too, Laja."
"'The rest is confetti...'" JenniAnn quoted Nellie.
With tears in his eyes, Andrew nodded then rested an ear
against her chest and listened.
JenniAnn stroked his hair and stared up at the stars
peeking out from the tops of the curtains. She
prayed for the Andrew in her arms. And she prayed
for the Andrew who was yet to be, the Andrew who would
mourn and comfort and bear witness. And then, with
a sigh, she released him to the God who would walk
beside him when she could not.
*~*~*
Reunion
Friday, April 10th, 2020
For several evenings, Emma and Peter had hosted Facebook
Live viewings of Jesus Christ Superstar with a
handful of the Friends dropping in each night. On
Good Friday, however, almost the entire cast and crew
logged on for the final viewing of the year.
Andrew and JenniAnn were no exception. They smiled
as a host of comments like "So beautiful..." "I cry
every year!" and "Still my favorite version EVER"
scrolled down their screen.
"Brings back so many memories... beautiful
memories." JenniAnn squeezed Andrew's arm.
"I'm really glad they did this. It's... not the
same. But it feels good."
Andrew kissed her hair and nodded.
"That was a special time. But yeah... Who
knows, though, that this might not have been the only
way for some people to see the show? People who
are too far away... people who struggle to leave their
homes for any number of reasons even in 'normal'
times... people who simply think they're too busy
but, finally, have had to slow down."
"True... Ooh, Emma said we're going live in...
five... four... three... two... one..." JenniAnn counted
down.
Once the final notes of music had died away, Emma and
Peter appeared.
"Thank you so much, everyone, for watching with
us! I truly hope that next year we can welcome you
all back to St. G's. But this has been really,
really great," Peter gushed.
"Definitely! And now... as promised... we'd like
to open it up for some Q and A. I already saw some
questions coming in so I'll start with those and, to my
friends, please remember to unmute yourselves before
answering," Emma reminded. "So first up from Darla
G... Oh, this one's for you, Peter. 'Do you
prefer playing Jesus or watching Mr. Davidson play
Jesus.'"
"Well... I definitely love them both. I feel
like playing Jesus draws me closer to Jo... to
Him. But... There's nothing like seeing
Joshua's performance. So... I'd have to go with
that," Peter replied.
"Not surprised." Emma smiled at her husband.
"Okay, Zeke, you're up. From Clarence S.: 'You
seem very religious. Is it difficult to play
Judas?'"
Zeke chuckled.
"Not sure where you would have gotten that idea," he
kidded, gesturing to his 'Jesus Freak' T-shirt.
"But yeah. And I guess it makes sense to me.
I mean Judas loved Jesus. He followed Him for
three years. I think being Christian actually
makes it easier for me to play Judas because I can draw
on that love. But, sure, it's difficult to pull
off the anger and that betrayal scene... kills me every
time whether I'm acting with Joshua or Peter. But
I don't think it would be nearly as powerful if that
anger and grief wasn't rooted in love."
"And you bring that conflict to life so well!
Thanks, Zeke!" Emma glanced at the list of
questions she'd been compiling. "Oh, okay.
One for me from Shirley Y. 'Is it easier to play
Mary Magdalene with Peter as Jesus since he's your
husband?' Hmm... Well... In a word,
yes. I mean when I'm belting out 'I Don't Know How
to Love Him,' if I need a little inspiration, all I have
to do is think of various times in our courtship and
marriage that will put me in the right mindset.
But with Joshua... I mean that was harder because
it was a more difficult time in my life. But it
was also... It was just special in a way that...
well, just in a different way than it is with
Peter. And... I miss that sometimes."
Peter handed his wife a handkerchief and stroked her
back.
"And I completely understand that," he stressed both to
Emma and the audience. "Joshua just brought a
dynamic that... well... it just touched all of us."
As they had throughout the screening and Q and A,
comments of 'WHERE IS JOSHUA?' flooded the screen.
Emma gave a little jolt when she looked to the Zoom
application open on her laptop.
"The... the waiting room. Someone's in the waiting
room..." she exclaimed. "It's..."
Peter looked, too, and grinned.
"Yeah, someone is. I'm gonna let him in."
After a few movements from Peter, a beaming Joshua
appeared on the screen.
"Hi! Sorry I'm late. Had some trouble
connecting. Wi-fi isn't great where I am."
Back in Willowveil, JenniAnn giggled with delight.
"He couldn't just... I dunno... miracle his wi-fi
connection?" she asked.
Grinning, Andrew shrugged.
"Probably so. But... his timing is always
perfect."
"True..."
Joshua chuckled as he surveyed the faces of the Friends
and saw the rapidly scrolling comments.
"Aww, Joshua... I'm so glad you could make
it!" Emma sighed happily. "Where are you?"
"Here in New York," Joshua replied. "Just...
helping out where needed. So glad to be here... to
see all of my beautiful cast and crew mates and all of
these great comments. Aww! And some photos
from previous audience receptions. Wow...
Those are great to see."
"So awesome..." Peter agreed. "Well, while you're
here... Emma, do we have any questions for Joshua?"
Emma laughed.
"Do we ever!"
"Well, I'm here for the duration," Joshua assured.
"I'd love to hear from everybody else, too."
"Okay. Well, we'll just start with one for right
now and then hop around. So first... from
Loreena... 'Once theatres are open again, would you
consider coming back to St. Genesius' for a
performance? Some of us who missed your previous
stint would really love to see you live on stage... no
offense to Peter.'"
"None taken!" Peter stressed. "I'd like this
answer myself..." He smiled eagerly... all of the
Friends were.
"Well... I would certainly not be opposed," Joshua
replied with a grin. "Maybe Peter and I could work
a schedule out. It's a lot to do night after
night, huh?"
"I would love that!" Peter replied, beaming. "I
really would. It would be... amazing."
"Then count me in."
Emma hugged Peter tightly then smiled at Joshua.
"I'm gonna look forward to that, too! And since
we're talking to you both right now, I'm going to sneak
in this question from Heather Z. which I'd be interested
in hearing you both answer so... 'I really love Superstar
and have for many years. But one thing that's
always bothered me a bit is the line at the end of the
leper scene where Jesus yells, "Heal yourselves!"
I'm curious what the group thinks that line is supposed
to mean and whether it's something within character for
Jesus to say?' So... Peter and Joshua if you want
to go first and then if anyone else wants to weigh
in..."
Peter bit his lip in thought.
"Wow... I mean, yeah... It really doesn't
seem in character for Jesus to say that. But I
don't remember ever discussing changing it.
Andrew?"
The angel of death shook his head.
"No, actually. At least I don't remember."
"I do." Kylie, with baby Maisy in her arms,
interjected. "I mean... I don't think we talked
about changing it exactly. But we talked about
that scene. Seeing 'Jesus' overwhelmed, I
remembered being little and praying for a caterpillar I
had found. I asked Jesus to not let it die.
And my teacher said that was silly because Jesus had
more important things to deal with. So... I
stopped praying about little things. And then
Joshua said..."
Joshua rested his hand on his screen and smiled when
Kylie did the same. Then he spoke.
"I said that while the Bible does suggest that there was
an emotional toll on Jesus when he healed people, that
didn't stop him. You should never, ever worry
about over-burdening Jesus when you pray. He wants
to hear from you... whether that be about a scary
diagnosis or a child just getting their driver's license
or... a caterpillar. That being said, no, I don't
think Jesus would have really done that. But we
also had to be careful about toying too much with the
fabric of the show. We know you're all
intelligent, thoughtful people. You know it's a
dramatization with a lot of license taken. While
that line doesn't portray the true nature of Jesus,
structurally it's a pretty important bridge into 'I
Don't Know How to Love Him.' And I think there's
something really powerful in seeing Jesus being
vulnerable and, quite literally, being rescued by Mary
Magdalene. It's not literal fact. But I
think it points to a bigger truth: women were and are an
important part of Jesus' ministry. He relied on
them. He trusted them."
"Beautiful... Thank you all." Emma sighed
then looked to her list of questions. "So next
up... from Parker K... 'Of the ensemble pieces, which
was the hardest song to sing and hardest dance to
do?' Anyone?"
"'Simon Zealotes'!" Max and several of the dancers
shouted at once.
Emma laughed and nodded.
"Yeah... I'd say that was definitely the hardest
dance number. So song?"
"I'm definitely not saying it's the most difficult song
technically speaking but... it definitely wasn't fun
singing 'This Jesus Must Die,'" Eli responded while
Henry, seated beside him, shook his head.
"I think any of us who sing the more antagonistic songs
struggled a little," Shane added. "Both Joshua and
Peter are great, great guys. Not the easiest thing
to muster up anger or snideness directed at them."
"I'd imagine not!" Diana grimaced as she stroked her
husband's back, knowing how he had struggled at
times. "But technically speaking... Every
time I hear Joshua and Peter hit the big notes in
'Gethsemane'... I'm amazed."
"Nothing like watching Joshua sing that..." Peter
shook his head in amazement. "But I guess for me
the hardest part... technically... wasn't really a
song. And Eric probably has similar
feelings. For me, it was praying the Kaddish as
Peter."
Eric chuckled and nodded.
"Right! I'd never spoken a word of Hebrew in my
life. The coaching from Joshua and Peter and Rabbi
and Tiva Levine really helped but... yeah. I was
really nervous the first few times. But I really
love how our version brings in more of Jewish culture
and practice than others."
"Me too. And on that subject... Rita M. asks
'Are you all Christian?'" Emma read. "So...
I mean I am. Helping to put together that first
run of Superstar really restored my faith.
I think... you know... there's following Jesus and
believing in Jesus and then there's... religion."
"Right," Edward assented. "What I love about this
group is that we represent a wide array of
denominations. But we focus more on what unites
us... not the differences."
The Friends all nodded in agreement.
"And that's beautiful," Joshua praised. "As for
me... I'm Jewish. I agree, whole-heartedly,
with the teachings of Jesus. But that's why it was
important to me that we stress his Jewishness. I
think when the origins of Christianity gets too
separated from those Jewish roots... bad things can
happen."
"Thanks, Joshua. I'm so glad we did that. So
next up..." Emma referred to her list.
"Hmm... From Zachary L. 'What play do you want to
perform next as soon as it's safe to do so again?
(And if it's JCS, what one after that?) Also,
would you ever consider doing performances
outside? Maybe not full shows, but songs or scenes
or something in a park or on a sidewalk?' Well...
Peter and I have talked a little about this."
"Really it depends on how long this lasts," Peter
pointed out. "We certainly hope and pray we're not
still battling this come next Spring so we can proceed
with Superstar. I think it's pretty likely
that would be our next production back at St. G's.
As much as I hate to think of the theatre being dark for
so long, ya gotta figure in rehearsal time, set
building, etc. So even if we had a vaccine by late
2020, it would be a pretty quick turn-around to get a
different show in before Easter and then also proceed
with JCS. If we would have time to do something
new... Well, Emma and I have been talking about
how difficult it must be for kids to be so cooped
up. So I think we'd pick something really
kid-friendly but that's enjoyable for all ages.
So, like, maybe Beauty and the Beast."
JenniAnn shrieked with delight causing Andrew to chuckle
and check to ensure they were muted.
"As for the second part of that question... Right
now we're looking into things that we could maybe do as
virtual table reads," Emma continued. "We're
hesitant about any sort of in-person event because not
only do we care so much about the health of our cast and
crew... our friends... but also you, the audience.
The thing about outdoor events is people still need to
travel to them and maybe that means cabs,
subways... We just don't want to be the cause of
putting anyone at risk. But... stay tuned here to
our Facebook page! Once we have plans, we'll post
them here. And now... kind of the flip side of
that... From Audra T. 'Are there any musicals you'd
never consider performing and why?'"
"Not Rocky Horror Picture Show!" Adam bellowed,
causing everyone else to laugh.
Peter grinned.
"Right. Not that. I don't think anyone needs
to see any of us in fishnet stockings. And also...
that just not really our style. No offense to any
fans of the show. So, yeah, we'd never do
something that just plain made us uncomfortable.
We also like for the shows we do, even if they contain
tough subject matter, to have good messages."
"Personally, I hope we never do Phantom of the Opera,"
Owen added. "The music is beautiful but it's,
umm... problematic? Yeah, I know that word gets
overused a lot now but... the Phantom is a violent
ephebophile... not a romantic hero."
Emma raised her mug of spiced milk.
"Hear, hear! Other than that... nothing
immediately comes to mind for me. We'd definitely
avoid anything nihilistic. And, on that note, I'd
like something a little more cheery so... I'm gonna lump
a couple of questions from Sierra P. for Joshua
together. So... 'Does Joshua ever get tired
of being recognized as Jesus?' and 'What has Joshua been
up to since Supersar? I haven’t seen
anything on his IMDB page.'"
Joshua chuckled.
"Well... except for brief stints at St. G's, I don't do
much acting. As for right now, I've been helping
out where I can with relief efforts here in the
city. As for being recognized... It's always
really special to me when that happens. I don't
mind it at all and I certainly never get tired of
it. So... when things are better... if you see me
on the street, say 'hi.' I love hearing from you!"
"That's great... and not surprising at all to me."
Emma smiled lovingly at Joshua. "So now...
speaking of being an actor... or not... from Lauren Q.
'Is it worth it trying to make it as a professional
actor in New York, or should I just give up and go with
something more sensible?' Well, Lauren...
truthfully, none of us are looking to acting to get
by. I mean Peter's and my income comes from the
theatre as owners. But most everyone else has a
steady job outside of St. G's. So I'm not sure if
we're the best ones to answer but if anyone has some
tips..."
"I think you need to ask yourself what you really want,"
Shane answered. "I'm a teacher. And I adore
teaching. For me, acting is a way to express
myself creatively in a different way. I love being
on stage. But I think... as a career... it would
wear on me. So if you just love that thrill but
would be content with it not actually being your job,
I'd suggest looking for a job that frees up your
evenings and weekends so you can support yourself and
be an actor."
"You should never give up on your dreams," Joshua
counseled. "But I think it's also important to not
put yourself under so much strain and pressure that the
beauty and delight drains away. I agree with Shane
that finding a sensible and reliable job that could
allow you to pursue acting opportunities in your free
time could be really great. A calling and a job
don't have to be the same thing."
"Awesome. Thanks, guys. I hope that helps,
Lauren. Now... from Micah W. 'How long did it take
to rehearse everything?' Hmm... Good
question. I'm trying to remember." Emma
shook her head as she strained to recall.
"Well, for that particular production we just watched,
many of you had started rehearsing in mid-February
2014. But we didn't have our first rehearsal
together until... February 26th, I think it was?" Andrew
recalled. "And then our first show was April
4th. So that's about six weeks in total."
"That sounds right," Caleb concurred. "And we have
a shorter rehearsal period now since we've done it so
often. But with shows that are newer to us... at
least two months. Maybe a little more."
"Right!" Emma confirmed. "So now... oh good.
We have a crew member question. From A. Crowley
for JenniAnn."
JenniAnn perked up, surprised.
"'How difficult is it to do the Crucifixion
make-up? Emotionally, I mean. I'm having a
very hard time imagining that...'" Emma read.
"Aw, Crowley..." JenniAnn whispered. She noticed
Joshua wink and smiled then raised her voice to
answer. "Well... It was pretty
difficult. I mean I couldn't help but think that
each bit of make-up and body paint signified a wound
that... that had been real. And, as a Christian, I
believe I'm responsible for those wounds so... so...
yeah. It was really emotional. But Joshua
was just amazing. We... we had some really special
moments figuring that make-up out. He was
incredibly gentle. Let me cry on him."
Joshua smiled gently at JenniAnn through the screen
while Andrew rubbed her back, steadying her.
"And Peter's great to work with, too," JenniAnn
continued. "They're both really good at getting me
out of my head if I start to get too... pensive and
angsty. But, yeah, definitely emotional."
"Thanks, JenniAnn." Emma smiled at her
friend. "And now... ah." She laughed.
"A question for our Pilate..."
The questions went on for nearly two more hours with no
one wanting to leave anyone out. Finally, Emma
came to the final question.
"So I saved this one for last because I loved that it
was forward-looking. It's mostly for Peter and me,
I guess, but we'd love Joshua's take so... From Amy R.
'I love that you put on such great shows for people of
all ages.' Thanks, Amy! 'But would you ever
consider going in a darker, more serious direction for
one show a year or something?' Great
question! So... yeah. I think we
would. If the message was still good.
Peter?"
Peter nodded in agreement with his wife.
"Sure. I mean dark isn't always bad. And
certainly some of the shows we have done have darker
themes. I mean even Superstar... it gets
really rough. But, yeah, I'd be open to
that. Joshua... we value your opinion so...
thoughts?"
"I don't see anything wrong with that. I know
you'd never put on anything nihilistic, as Emma
said. Maybe that has its place but I think people
go to the theatre a lot of times for hope. And
sometimes more serious pieces, even with tragic endings,
can prompt really important conversations...
conversations that can give hope and peace."
Andrew and JenniAnn looked to each other and clasped
hands, feeling as if Joshua was speaking directly to
them.
"God can be found in the darkness as well as the light,"
Joshua continued. "And I think it's good to remind
people of that. We're in a really difficult time
right now... a time with a lot of heartbreak, a lot of
loss, a lot of stress, a lot of ugliness. But
there's still beauty, still hope, still love.
Families are getting quality time they've missed out
on. Couples are finding more time to talk to each
other. Many people have more time to simply be, to
relax, to reflect. People are waking up every day,
doing their part to keep people safe, fed, cared
for. Their selflessness... That's God's love
in action. I think sometimes those gloomier
periods in life... gloomier works of art... can prompt
people to search for the light that they too often take
for granted. If they look, they'll find God there,
too."
Many of the Friends' had teared up listening to
Joshua. They smiled lovingly at him and he
responded in kind. They felt him beside them, felt
his love surrounding them.
He was there. He was always there.
*~*~*
A
Promise Kept
Many, many years later...
Andrew ran his fingers over the carvings of ivy and
roses... identical to the design he'd carved into their
headboard so long ago. They'd been there
overseeing the bulk of his and JenniAnn's many, many
years together... climbing above them as they'd slept,
silent witnesses to their long talks, their caresses.
Andrew wanted to go back to bed. He wanted to wake
up and finding her dozing at his side.
But this wasn't a sleep he could join her in. Not
yet. But she would have her ivy and her roses.
The angel's gaze traveled to her face. She looked
peaceful. She truly did look like she was
sleeping. But he knew she wasn't sleeping.
His Laja would never sleep when she could ask Joshua
every question that had ever popped into her mind...
when she could reunite with Vincent, Catherine, her
parents... so many others she had lost... when she could
charge into Records and demand to know, after so long,
how old he really was.
Andrew smiled as the tears rolled down his cheeks and
off his chin. He let out a ragged sigh and brushed
away a tear that fell on her cheek.
"Okay, Laja..." he whispered. "I... I'm gonna do
it now. Just like I promised." He bent to
kiss her forehead and then, leaning heavily on his cane,
made his way to the podium at the front of the
church. He smiled at the gathered mourners and
began to speak.
"There's a speech from a TV show that JenniAnn and I
watched together many, many years ago. She... she
loved it so much. She'd read it often when someone
we loved passed on. And... and she asked me to
read it to all of you. She... my Laja... she
reminded me of it just... just last week when we
knew..." Andrew looked up at the ceiling and
blinked back tears. "We knew... So... I'm
going to read that now."
Andrew took in a deep breath and slowly let it
out. Then he began to read from the piece of paper
in his hands, his thumbs caressing her handwriting.
"'I... I feel a bit clearer now. Everything's been out
of order. Time, I mean. I thought for so long
that time was like a line, that... that our moments were
laid out like dominoes, and that they... fell, one into
another and on it went, ju-just days tipping, one into the
next, into the next, in a long line between the beginning...
and... and the end.'"
Andrew thought of the Fields of Gold... the beginning... and
their bed... the end.
"'But I was wrong,'" he continued. "'It's not... not
like that at all. Our moments fall around us like
rain.'"
There she was... snuggled against him during a storm,
jumping when a loud crack of thunder sounded then laughing
into his shoulder.
"'Or... snow.'"
They were dancing in the ballroom with the Christmas tree
and the moon as their only light, the windows filled with
snowflakes... also dancing.
"'Or confetti.'"
He smiled at her through the haze of confetti that had just
fallen on him and he drunk in the sound of her laughter.
"'I learned a secret. There's no... no without. I am
not gone. I'm scattered into so...'"
He began to sob. He noticed the alarm on Belle's face,
saw her begin to stand up. Andrew pulled himself
together and continued.
"'I'm scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life
like new snow. There's so much I want to say to you
all. Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a
cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the
rain... I... I loved you completely. And you...
you loved me the same. That's all. The rest is
confetti.'"
Andrew peered above him and smiled through his tears.
"I love you," he murmured. "I... I'll see you soon, my
Laja."
"Daddy... It.. it was beautiful, Daddy."
Andrew looked down to Belle who had approached and smiled
gently.
"Baby..."
Belle kissed his cheek then escorted him back to the front
pew.
Once he was seated, Andrew looked around him... to their
children, their grandchildren, their
great-grandchildren.
"Gampa..."
Andrew smiled at the toddler holding his right knee for
balance, his great-granddaughter. As Fr. Kyle began a
reading, Andrew picked the girl up and snuggled her close...
his Jenna.
"Gampa?" Jenna whispered.
"Yes, my darling?"
"Gamma went to Heaven."
"Yes... yes, she did."
"You see her again."
Andrew smiled and kissed Jenna's curls.
"Yes..."
Jenna patted his cheek then settled down onto his lap.
The angel of death stared ahead, lost in his memories... in
the snow, the rain, the confetti.
He was so tired... Sleep had been scarce in the last
week. He had been afraid to sleep... afraid of what
he'd find when he awoke.
He was halved.
Andrew's heavy eye lids closed.
And then Joshua was there, standing in the Fields of Gold
but they were... more. More golden, more alive, more
beautiful. Joshua smiled and clapped Andrew on the
back.
"Good job on keeping your promise. I keep my promises,
too."
Joshua winked then disappeared.
And then Andrew heard her... and then he saw her, standing
against the trunk of a tree and smiling at him as she sang.
"His tears are more heart-rending than a
banshee’s wail
But
through it all his spirit doth, with strength, prevail.
And
if Andrew were here I’d but one thing to say
That
I shall ne’er cease to love him til my last day."
His strength returned, Andrew ran to her.
"Laja!"
JenniAnn nuzzled his shoulder as he fell against her.
"My love..." She met his teary gaze and brushed stray
hairs behind his ears. "It's occurred to me that I
probably need to do a rewrite. My last day's come and
gone... still haven't ceased loving you."
Andrew chuckled.
"Oh, Laja... I... I've missed you."
JenniAnn smiled tenderly at him.
"I know, my love. But I'm here." She gazed at
the beauty around them. "And here." She rested a
hand over his heart.
"Yes..." Andrew sighed and rested his cheek against
her hair. "But I have to go back..."
JenniAnn ran her hands up and down his back in soothing,
tender motions.
"Our babies still need you..."
"Yes..." Andrew thought of them... their hearts
broken, the tears in their eyes, their cries when she'd gone
from them.
"A year, love."
Andrew cradled her face in his hands and kissed her
forehead.
"A year," he echoed.
They clasped hands and their lips met.
And then Andrew was back in the church, watching as Fr. Kyle
sprinkled holy water over the coffin.
The angel smiled. She would be there... sprinkled on
the year to come.
"'God of
love, welcome into your presence your daughter, JenniAnn,
whom you have called from this life,'" Fr. Kyle
prayed. "'Release her from all her sins, bless her
with eternal light and peace, raise her up to live forever
with all your saints in the glory of the resurrection.
We ask this through Joshua our Lord.'"
"Amen," the congregation responded.
Andrew squeezed Jenna's little hand and sighed in relief.
All would be well.
The End