CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED AND NINETY-SIX
Saturday morning — 7 a.m.
“What did you do?” Seth asked. His voice was fast and rushed. “What happened?”
His hand went to his chest as if he was having a heart attack.
“You okay?” Sandy asked, evenly.
They were talking via video chat over the Internet. Sandy wore a headset so the sound was less at this early hour. So far, the children were still asleep.
“No,” Seth said. “I’m not okay. I’m…”
“Panicking?” Sandy asked.
“I just… you… the kids…” Seth blew out a breath. “Give me a minute to get a grip.”
Sandy laughed. When she was a teenager, she used to tell him to “get a grip” anytime he expressed any concern for her.
“Okay,” Seth said after a minute. He smiled at her. “Lay it out for me.”
Sandy smiled at him. He gave her a wide grin and a chuckled.
“Who is it?” Maresol asked as she came into his bedroom in the New York apartment.
“Sandy,” Seth said. “There’s something wrong with the stuff from the mine.”
“Something’s wrong?” Maresol shifted Seth’s laptop so that she could see Sandy. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” Sandy said. “Heather put a barrier around everything so it can’t get out.”
“What can’t get out?” Maresol asked.
“The Titans think it’s some of that Nazi supernatural crap,” Seth said.
Maresol cursed in Spanish.
“What is it?” Claire, Seth’s childhood friend, asked in the background.
Sandy waited patiently while Maresol caught up Claire.
“Is she okay?” Claire asked.
Claire moved the computer so that she could see Sandy.
“You okay, hon?” Claire asked.
“I’m okay,” Sandy said. “We’re safe. My friend Heather put up a barrier so that it can’t hurt us until we figure out what’s going on.”
Claire, Maresol, and Seth spoke quietly for a moment.
“But you think this is Nazi stuff?” Seth asked.
Seth, Claire, and Maresol spoke quietly together. Since Sandy had met Seth, these three people had acted as the committee that was had parented her and been her friend. They were the three people in the world who cared the most about her. The women nodded to Seth and he got back on the call.
“We think we should get Bernie,” Seth said.
“He has actual experience with Nazis,” Maresol said.
“Okay,” Sandy said.
Maresol walked out of Seth’s room.
“How’s my baby Rachel Ann?” Claire asked.
Sandy angled the laptop so that Claire could see Rachel Ann asleep on her bed.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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