CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED AND NINETY-FIVE
“The Denver Art Museum has agreed to create a show out of everything, including the art that’s going back to people,” Tanesha said.
“We have agreement from almost every family,” Sandy said. “We just have a few and Seth’s meeting with them this week. So the world will have a chance to see it all.”
“It’s a remarkable situation,” Heather said. “It’s like these artists reached out from the grave, past the pain and horror of the Holocaust, to share their work. Have you seen the tapes of the salt mine?”
“I can’t imagine what it was like to be there,” Tanesha said.
“Incredible,” Sandy said.
“We get to see it first,” Hecate said, rubbing her hands together.
Grinning, Heather and Tanesha helped Sandy from the bed and into the nearby wheelchair. They wheeled Sandy to the door of the room.
“Teddy sleeps really lightly when his father’s working,” Sandy said. “Can we…?”
Heather put up a barrier to keep the children from hearing them rummage through the finds from the salt mine. They slipped past the children to the alcove where the art had been laid. Tanesha gravitated to the books. Hecate and Sandy went to the paintings, while Heather and Perses went to the crate with the swords.
“I think the swords are in these crates,” Heather said.
“Don’t touch that,” Perses said. “Not in human form.”
Irritated at the Titan, Heather sighed and gestured to the crate. Titans have only one body which they could move through time and space with ease. Greek Gods had to wear a human body to function as a human.
“I am happy to help, my dear,” Perses said. “You just have to ask.”
“Meow,” Cleo said.
Heather laughed. Perses’s head jerked up at her laugh.
“Did she say something?” Perses asked. “Do you speak cat?”
“I’m not repeating it,” Heather said.
Perses grinned at her before turning to open the crate. The crate stood about five feet tall. It was a square foot in diameter. With flare, Perses opened his hand and a small crowbar appeared in his hand.
“Oh Papa, you need a crowbar?” Hecate asked with a laugh.
“I’m being delicate,” Perses said.
Laughing, he stuck the crowbar under a corner of the top of the crate. He started to open it when the crate lid blew off.
“Get down!” Perses yelled. “Watch your heads.”
The wooden lid of the crate flew up into the air, bounced through the sliding glass door with a crash, and landed out on the lawn. They looked up to see that Hecate’s hands were up. She had controlled its movement.
“Sorry about the door,” Hecate said. “I was trying to keep it from killing you.”
“Thank you,” Sandy said. “You think Jacob will…”
“He’s in Dillon,” Tanesha said.
“We’ll find someone,” Heather said. “Don’t worry.”
“Not worried,” Sandy said. “Just happy not to be brained.”
“Indeed,” said Perses at the same time Tanesha and Heather said, “Me too.”
“We love you, Hecate,” Heather said.
Heather went over to give her friend a hug. Hecate grinned at them.
“Oh, come on!” Hecate said. She waved her hand toward the glass and it miraculously healed. “Fixing the door? Pfft. Easy.”
The woman cheered and Perses laughed. Hecate’s cheeks flushed as if she were embarrassed. Smiling, she looked down.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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