CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED AND NINETY-FOUR
“Let’s look at this art,” Hecate
“Swords too,” Sandy said. “So many that Templar guy was drooling over them.”
“Pierre?” Hecate asked.
Sandy nodded. Hecate gave Sandy a knowing look.
“If you ask me, I will tell you everything I know about any object,” Hecate said. “Would you like that?”
“I most certainly would!” Sandy said.
“Yowl!” Cleo the cat said.
“My mother reminds me not to wear you out,” Hecate said. “Will you tell me when you get tired?”
“I will,” Sandy said.
Sandy awoke in bed hours later when she heard the front door slam indicating the kids were home from school. She wasn’t sure what had happened. Had she actually tried to walk? Had Hecate taken her through all of the art work from the salt mine? Had she actually laughed at Hecate’s stories about the artists? Had they chatted and gossiped about the art?
“It felt so real,” Sandy said out loud.
Hecate’s hand reached out and squeezed Sandy’s.
“Should I go?” Hecate asked.
Tears in her eyes, Sandy shook her head. The door burst open and Nash, Teddy, Noelle, and Rachel fell into the room. The kids noise and chaos made Hecate laugh. When the kids tumbled out of the room to get something to eat, Sandy turned to Hecate.
“Did you show me the art?” Sandy asked.
“We have had the most wonderful afternoon,” Hecate said. She patted Sandy’s hand. “Don’t worry, Sandy. You will be walking soon.”
“When do the kids go to sleep?” Hecate asked.
“About ten,” Sandy said. “Why?”
“I thought we could continue exploring your collection,” Hecate said.
“Really?” Sandy asked.
She sat up quickly and gasped with pain. She fell back. Hecate patted Sandy’s hand until she could breathe easily.
“Mom?” Rachel Ann asked.
“I’ll be right there,” Sandy said.
“I will see you soon,” Hecate said with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
The word “thank you” was on Sandy’s lips but the Goddess disappeared. Cleo jumped onto the bed and settled in next to her. Sandy sighed.
She got out of the bed and into the wheelchair. Rolling to Rachel Ann, she picked up the little girl and set her on her lap. Rachel hugged her mom and kissed her cheek. Sandy held her daughter close.
“Where’d your friend go?” Rachel Ann asked.
“She’s busy,” Sandy said. “What would you like to have for snack?”
“Chick’n,” Rachel Ann said. Cleo jumped on the child’s lap. “Cleo!”
Rachel Ann cuddled the cat for a moment.
“Chick’n fingers it is,” Sandy said with a laugh.
They rolled into the kitchen and together started working on heating up some chicken fingers for snack.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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