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Chapter Five Hundred and Ninety-six : Change of plans (part one)


(part one)

Friday night — Midnight

“Everything okay?” Jacob asked in a soft voice.

“I thought I heard the kids cry out,” Jill said.

He flipped the covers open so that she could climb into the fold out bed. They had swapped beds with Colin and Julie since this bed was way too small for tall, muscular Colin.

“Are the kids okay?” Jacob asked.

“Seem to be,” Jill said. “Maybe it was just a bad dream.”

“Katy and Paddie have been through so much, it wouldn’t surprise me,” Jacob said.

“Me either, except that I think it was Conner,” Jill said. “Leslie says that he has night terrors sometimes.”

“Poor baby,” Jacob said. “Did you…?”

“Not that you’d know of,” Jill said with a smile.

He chuckled. They had a specific agreement that Jill wouldn’t use her healing powers on children too often. Since “too often” was open to interpretation, Jill used her skills when she thought it was necessary.

“What do you think he’s upset about?” Jacob asked.

“I think… well, he’s Seth’s grandchild, right?” Jill asked.

“Mmm,” Jacob said. “You’re freezing. Come over.”

Shivering from the cold, Jill scooted over to Jacob.

“Music,” Jill said. “I think he’s musical. Seth and Bernie are in New York so…”

She fell silent, and he spooned her until she was warm again.

“You know, I was thinking…” Jacob said in a low voice.

“Mmm,” she said. Warm and comfortable, she was sliding into that delicious state between sleep and awake.

“I don’t think I need to be here,” Jacob said. “In Dillon, I mean. Not here on Earth.”

“What?” Jill asked wide awake. “We’ve worked really hard so that you could have this time and space.”

“I know. I know,” Jacob said. “And I appreciate it. I really do.”

“But?” Jill asked.

“You’ve been so generous and so kind to create this opening for me,” Jacob said. “And, I’ve had a great week.”

“But?” Jill asked.

“But, I’m not sure that I need more of it,” Jacob said. “I’ve slept ten and fourteen hours a night and taken long naps in the afternoon. I’ve stared at the sky and gone running and fished every single day. It’s been…”

He sighed against her neck.

“Wonderful,” Jacob said.

“I’m still waiting to hear what you’re talking about,” Jill said.

“I miss you,” Jacob said. “I miss the kids. I feel… I don’t know, Jill. It’s just time to come home.”

“Oh,” Jill said. “Is that because you intuit something?”

“You mean like something awful’s going to happen?” Jacob asked.

Jill nodded.

“No,” Jacob said. He kissed the back of her neck. “Nothing awful. I’m just…”

He sighed.

“It’s time,” Jacob said. “I think…”

He fell silent. Jill turned over to look at Jacob. She touched his face.

“I live in a community,” Jacob said. “I need to heal within that community.”

“You’re sure?” Jill asked.

“I think so,” Jacob said. He sighed. “I’ve done this. I’d like to try to do it at home, with you and the kids.”

She kissed his lips.

“You can always come back,” Jill said.

“I can always come back here,” Jacob said. “Blane talked about spending every Wednesday here fishing. We could keep that up.”

“Let’s talk so more about it tomorrow,” she said with a sigh.

“Of course,” Jacob said.

She closed her eyes. He watched her face until she was sound asleep. Smiling to himself, he rolled onto his back and fell asleep.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…

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