CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED AND NINETY-FOUR
“It’s just hard to get used to,” Sandy said. “One moment, I was healthy, well, in the middle of my life and then next moment I’m…”
Sandy gestured to herself.
“And that’s after Abi and Jill worked on me,” Sandy said. She sighed. “I know how lucky I am. I do. And I’m not complaining. I’m just…”
“I understand,” Hecate said. “It takes a while for the mind to catch up to where the body is. Your mind is still thinking that you were pre-fall Sandy.”
“I’m not her anymore,” Sandy said.
“You’re not,” Hecate said.
“How is Ganny?” Sandy asked, changing the subject so she didn’t have to consider that she would never be pre-fall Sandy again. Those thoughts were for a more private time when she could weep and scream with rage.
“Ganny is…,” Hecate paused. She gave Sandy a soft smile. “Happy. The business is well and he is… well, I am very happy with him.”
“So what will it be?” Hecate asked. “Shall we roll to look at these things you wish to see?”
“Okay,” Sandy said.
Hecate picked up Cleo. Putting the cat on her shoulder, Hecate began to walk toward the door. Inexplicably, Sandy’s wheel chair rolled by her side.
“That’s a cool trick,” Sandy said.
Hecate opened the door and they rolled out into the den.
“You are your friends,” Hecate turned to look at Sandy, “none of you were witches?”
“Us?” Sandy asked. She shook her head as vehemently as her condition would allow. “Never. No.”
“Hm,” Hecate said.
“I think it’s over here,” Sandy gestured to her right.
They continued to roll in that direction.
“Why did you ask if we were witches?” Sandy asked.
“I am the Queen of Witches,” Hecate said. “Many women worship me for my powers. But you would only let me push your wheelchair.”
“Oh,” Sandy said. “Sorry?”
“You cannot conceive of how powerful I am,” Hecate said in a laughing voice.
“Good for you?” Sandy asked.
They both laughed.
“I would very much like to be your friend, Sandy,” Hecate said.
“Why?” Sandy asked, surprised.
“You are wonderfully human,” Hecate said. “Yet, you ask for nothing. You expect nothing. You simply live. I can see why my mother loves you so much.”
“What should I ask for?” Sandy asked. “What do most people ask for?”
“Money,” Hecate said. “Power.”
“Eh,” Sandy shrugged. “I… uh… when I was a kid, I…”
Neither woman said anything for a moment.
“Let’s just say that I have seen what money and power bring,” Sandy said. “I’m happy just to live my life. Love as much as I can. Be good. Do good. Or at least try to. Try not to be an asshole.”
Hecate nodded. She leaned down and kissed Sandy’s cheek. Sandy smiled.
“Let’s look at this art,” Hecate said.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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