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Chapter Five Hundred and forty-five : Shifting wind (part four)

CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and FORTY-FIVE

(part four)

“She went so far as to say that our situation was hedonic,” Blane said.

Heather chuckled.

“I …” Blane sighed and shook his head. “All of my life, I’ve have to defend my life from someone’s ignorance. Never. I never thought I’d have to do that to defend my marriage to a woman and our children and …”

Blane shook his head.

“You know how many ‘straight’ men have gay lovers?” Blane asked. “How many women cheat on their husbands with some dude?”

“A lot,” Heather said.

“Every day in the suburbs,” Blane scowled. “But set it up so everything is clear and …”

“How are you with seeing Tres here?” Heather asked.

Blane looked at Heather and then looked down at Wyn.

“I …” Blane started. “Well …”

She gave him a soft smile to encourage him.

“I felt like I’d been replaced,” Blane said. “Just a flash when I walked in the door. Then I looked at Tres and saw how happy he was to see me. I have known him for … ever. I mean he’s Enrique’s little brother. I watched him grow up. Tres …”

Blane glanced at Heather.

“You cannot be replaced,” Heather said. “Not by me. Not by our babies.”

Blane nodded.

“It was just a moment,” Blane said.

“What did you see when you looked at me?” Heather asked.

Blane shook his head.

“No really,” Heather said.

“I saw my life,” Blane said. “My life really started when I met you and …”

Heather smiled.

“So it’s weird,” Blane said. “Ah fuck. I’m just tired.”

“Do you wish you’d killed the Templars?” Heather asked.

Blane laughed. Heather grinned.

“Hey, I met … uh … HeeKat …” Blane said.

“Hecate,” Heather said with a nod.

“Creepy how she looks like Tink,” Blane said.

“It’s funny because everyone has said that,” Heather said. “I don’t see it.”

“Of course you don’t,” Blane said. “Jer says she’s moving in with us.”

Heather shrugged.

“She’s trying out being around people,” Heather said. “It’s been a long time since she left Olympia. She’s fragile. I’ve been telling her that she could hang out with our friends and be okay. When Perses asked her to help, she decided to try it out.”

“Sounds like she’ll fit right in,” Blane said with a nod.

He yawned.

“Did you eat?” Heather asked.

Blane shook his head.

“Jeraine gave me a plate for you,” Heather said.

She got up and took a plate out of the little refrigerator in the room. Using the microwave, she warmed up his dinner. Blane ate it in less than a minute.

“Starving,” Blane said.

Heather nodded. Blane yawned again.

“I should shower,” Blane said.

“Seems like you need to sleep,” Heather said.

“You don’t mind?” Blane asked.

“You cannot imagine how people smelled just a hundred years ago,” Heather said.

“There’s a perspective,” Blane said with a laugh.

“Go on,” Heather said. “We have a long day tomorrow.”

“We’re heading home?” Blane asked.

Heather nodded.

Blane shuffled back into the other room. He undressed to his T-shirt and boxer briefs and got in the free bed. Heather picked up Wyn. She changed the infant and set him in the bed bassinette. By the time she got in bed, Blane was sound asleep.

Grinning, Heather turned off the light. Blane rested his head on her shoulder. She fell into a dreamless sleep.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…

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