CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and FORTY-SIX
“He said that this blade was known
for taking the heads of anyone it approached,” Heather said. “While I was
there, Edie came to get the sword. She told him that she hadn’t taken a head in
a long, long time. He wasn’t convinced. He said that the very essence of the
blade was to remove heads.”
Blane shook his head.
“Wow,” Blane said.
“He personalized the blade for Edie,” Heather said. “Added this jewel and colored the hilt to match her colors.”
“It’s beautiful and terrifying,” Blane said.
“Where do the jewels come from?” Blane asked.
“Some family collection,” Heather said with a shrug. “They are made specifically to go on swords.”
“How was going through the house?” Heather asked.
While Tink watched the kids, Blane and Jacob had spent the evening going through Nelson’s home to see if it might work for combining their families. Mari had gone with them so that she could give them an illusion of what might be possible. Heather and Jill had hung out with Nelson.
“Good,” Blane said. He looked at Heather. “There’s plenty of space. Nelson and Tres can have their own spaces. We’ll have our space. We’re not sure if we should have the shared space on the first floor or the second. I’m sure Jill or Jake will ask you about it in the next month or so.”
“Pros to first floor?” Heather asked.
“Easier,” Blane said. “We can create private access to the apartments so no one can track who comes and goes. More private that way.”
“Cons to first floor?” Heather asked.
“Our set up is not exactly ‘normal,’” Blane said. “We might want to have a more public space on the first floor, keeping the shared floors away from view.”
“I’m just not sure that… well, are we sure that we’re not moving too fast? I mean, we just started …” Blane said.
Heather touched his face.
“What does that mean?” Blane asked.
“I think that we have to live — forward facing,” Heather said. “We can’t hide out in this apartment in the Castle forever. It will take at least six months to rehabilitate his house, and then we need to do the interior design. Nine months from now, we’ll be doing endless shopping trips for refrigerators.”
“We have time,” Blane said.
“We have time,” Heather said.
“What if it’s not right?” Blane asked.
“Then we don’t move in,” Heather said, with a shrug. “We figure out something else.”
Blane looked off in the near distance.
“What is it?” Heather asked.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Blane said. “Nothing really. I think I’m so used to there being the next battle, the next trauma that I expect it around every corner.”
“Ah,” Heather said. She grinned at him. “One day at a time.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Blane said. “I’ll tell you this — I am happy to be home.”
“Me too,” Heather said.
Blane put his head on Heather’s shoulder and fell asleep. Heather read her novel for a while before falling asleep.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…
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