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Chapter Five Hundred and forty-four : Who is to blame? (part three)

CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and FORTY-FOUR

(part three)

Thursday mid-day — 11:41 a.m.

Kayenta, Arizona, at the hotel on the Navajo Reservation

“Hi,” Hecate said as she came into the little hotel kitchen. “It’s Jeraine, right?”

Jeraine looked up at Hecate. He looked her up and down before scowling. He was mixing a bowl of brownies for the kids.

“Why do you look like our Tink?” Jeraine asked.

Taken back by his demand for an answer, Hecate opened and closed her mouth.

“Truth,” Jeraine said. “You her mother?”

“I cannot have children,” Hecate said.

Jeraine looked up at her quickly. He gave her a long look before nodding.

“I’m sorry,” Jeraine said.

“My parents were cousins,” Hecate said with a grin. “It’s probably a good thing.”

She laughed. Jeraine started pouring the brownie batter into a pan. Hecate reached out to hold the pan.

“Why are you here?” Jeraine asked. “I mean, I heard that you and Heather are friends, but I’ll tell you — Miss T and Heather are best friends. They’ve been together since they were kids. Miss T’s never met you.”

Hecate sighed. She gave him a long look.

“Everyone whispering about this?” Hecate asked.

“Pretty much,” Jeraine said.

Jeraine opened the oven door and started placing the pans into the oven. He looked up at her.

“You know that Heather and I are immortal,” Hecate said.

“So?” Jeraine asked. “The pastor at the Baptist Church in my neighborhood says that my soul is immortal.”

“You’re right,” Hecate said. “That’s not so different.”

“If you say so,” Jeraine said.

Jeraine close the oven and set a timer. He went to an electric kettle. He set a teabag in a mug and poured water over it. He gave Hecate the mug. She smelled the tea and grinned at him.

“How did you know?” Hecate asked.

“Heather loves this tea,” Jeraine said. “So does your dad.”

Hecate grinned. He looked around the small room until he found a jar of Delphie’s honey. He set it in front of her with a spoon.

Curious, she picked up the honey. She looked at it for a long moment before taking off the lid. She seemed to calm down. She smiled at him.

“Have you met Delphie yet?” Jeraine asked.

“The Oracle?” Hecate asked.

“Sure,” Jeraine said. “There are from her hives.”

“Nothing better than honey from happy hives,” Hecate said.

Hecate took out her teabag. She added a dollop of honey and then put the cup to her lips. After a moment, she looked at Jeraine.

“Let’s see …” Hecate said. “I look like Tink because I look like my mother. Tink looks like my mother because she is a descendant of one of my mother’s other children, her mortal children. Before you ask, He … uh … Heather did not adopt Tink because she looked like me or her mother. My mother has a lot of descendants. Heather knows that I cannot have children. And, my mother is not necessarily a good or nice person. Looking like her could easily mean that a child is a very bad person. Heather and Blane adopted Tink because she is a wonderful, beautiful person. She is worthy of their love and so much more.”

“Makes sense,” Jeraine said. “You don’t look like Mike or Jill …”

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…

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