CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and NINETY-ONE
“Did he tell you this?” Pierre asked.
“He didn’t have to tell me this,” Heather said. “You forget yourself.”
Heather opened her hand and a ball of beautiful golden light came from her hand. Pierre sat back in his chair.
“I meant no offense, Hedone,” Pierre said.
“None taken,” Heather closed her hand. “You know that I am telling you the truth.”
Pierre sighed and went back to eating his pasta. He gave a quick shake of his head.
“I do not,” Pierre said.
“Yes, you do,” Heather said.
Pierre leaned forward to Heather.
“The Polish salt mine shows how many objects are still out there in the world waiting to be discovered,” Pierre said in a loud whisper.
He shook his head and leaned back.
“So your son should give up his life to chase after these missing things?” Heather asked.
Pierre looked at Heather and shook his head.
“Like you did?” Heather asked.
Pierre scowled at Heather.
“What I don’t understand,” Jill said, breaking into the conversation. She swallowed her bite of salad. “What I don’t understand is if there are all of these important objects that need to be found, if Nelson is supposed to give up his life to do the very thing you refused to do, then why are you so dismissive of my daughter finding the Vanquisher?”
Pierre’s head jerked to look at Jill.
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” Pierre said.
“Then tell me,” Jill said.
“Ask you father,” Pierre said.
He stood up, threw his napkin over his plate, and left the restaurant. Jill glanced at Heather.
“That went well,” Heather said.
In spite of herself, Jill laughed. Heather squinted and glanced after where Pierre had gone.
“We need to get a look at what he brought home from Poland,” Heather said.
“You think that’s why he’s being an ass?” Jill asked.
“Well, he is French,” Heather said.
“But yes,” Heather said. “I think he’s been in touch with something that’s made him …”
“We need to speak with your father,” Heather said.
“I know,” Jill said. Jill looked at Heather and spoke to her fear, “Do you think they are okay?”
“Katy and Paddie?” Heather asked.
“They are okay,” Heather said. “I’m sure of it.”
Jill gave her friend a long look before smiling.
“I hope so,” Jill said softly.
Heather put her arm around Jill.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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