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Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty-six : Opinions (part six)


(part six)

Still looking around the cabin, Blane nodded. Jacob was turning an old closet into a small room. Jacob had already built the frame to expand the closet. The beginnings of a bunk bed sat in the middle of the living room.

“I brought lunch,” Blane said turning back to look at Jacob. “You want to eat and then get after this?”

“I’ll finish this,” Jacob said with a shrug.

He turned to look Blane in the face.

“It’s really nice to see you,” Jacob said.

Blane grinned.

“You didn’t really think that I would leave you up here by yourself,” Blane said, mildly.

Jacob laughed.

“Every Wednesday?” Jacob asked.

“I’ll be here every Wednesday,” Blane said. “Jill on the weekends. Aden’s scheduled next Wednesday to come visit. I think Val and Mike are coming up, too, but I don’t know when. So you’ll be alone, but not lonely.”

“Good,” Jacob said.

“I would have been here earlier but there was some trouble at the Marlowe School,” Blane said.

“What happened?” Jacob asked.

Jacob’s attention sharpened and Blane felt the heat.

“Well, some fairy from Áthas’s realm tried to kill Tanesha and Fin yesterday,” Blane said. “They came for Katy, your boys, Paddie, Jeraine … I’m a little surprised they haven’t been here.”

Jacob shrugged.

“What’s that mean?” Blane imitated Jacob’s shrug.

“They came,” Jacob said.

“And?” Blane asked.

“They are trapped in that canning jar,” Jacob said.

Blane followed Jacob’s pointing finger to see two fairies pressed up against the glass of a quart canning jar.

“I put holes in the top,” Jacob said mildly.

“Like bugs?” Blane grinned at him.

“You said that.” Jacob gestured to himself. “Not me.”

They laughed.

“You don’t want to know about the kids?” Blane asked.

“Jill called,” Jacob said. “Wanted me to be prepared. She said that Katy blasted one and that another tried to touch Paddie’s sword and blew to bits?”

Blane nodded.

“A girl from Paddie’s class took the brunt of the fairy’s internal organs,” Blane said. “Needless to say, the child is a little hysterical.”

“I bet,” Jacob said with a nod. “Jeraine?”

“Hecate scared her off,” Blane said. “So did your mother-in-law.”

“I bet,” Jacob repeated with a grin. “Fucking fairies are not idiots.”

“Fucking fairies,” Blane said. He gestured to the jar. “Should I take those back with me?”

“Sure,” Jacob said. “Let them out half way.”

Blane nodded.

“Let’s eat,” Blane said. He dug a to-go bag from his backpack. “I brought pastrami on rye for you, and turkey for me. Then we fish.”

“Then we fish,” Jacob said.

“We’ll fish up a storm!” Blane said with a smile.

“What?” Jacob gave a little shake of his head.

“I can’t wait until Mack and Wyn can join us,” Blane said.

“I was Mack’s age when I first went fishing with Dad,” Jacob said with a nod.

“Would it be okay if I bring him some time?” Blane asked.

“If you can manage to get him away from his friends,” Jacob said.

“There’s the hard part,” Blane said with a smile.

Jacob put his hand on Blane’s shoulder. For a moment, the men shared a fond look. Jacob nodded toward the kitchen, and they went to eat.

Denver Cereal continues on Monday…

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