CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED-SEVEN
Nelson and Alex landed in the front yard of a small home. Mari stood just off the side. With her sword drawn, she looked around to see if there was a threat.
“Where are the others?” Nelson asked.
“We’re taking a little beak from them,” Mari said, slipping her sword into its scabbard.
“What?” Alex asked turning quickly to focus on Mari.
“Why?” Nelson asked.
“Let’s get inside,” Mari said.
Mari looked around again.
“Are you expecting someone?” Alex asked.
“My father should be here soon,” Mari said in an obvious distraction from the question. “Inside.”
Mari opened the door, and they went inside. Much to Nelson’s surprise, the house was exactly what it looked like a small two bedroom, one bathroom home. It had hardwood floors and a wide open view of the Irish Sea from the back of the house.
“Nice,” Alex said. “My brother-in-law lives…”
“Next door with my sister, Edie,” Mari said.
“Edith is your sister?” Alex asked. “I guess I should have known that. You don’t look anything like each other.”
Mari nodded and went into the kitchen. Nelson leaned into speak to Alex without Mari hearing.
“Mari was raised to marry a man from another kingdom,” Nelson said, softly. “He was killed before they were able to marry.”
“My mother couldn’t find a role for Edie so she gave her to my father’s human family,” Mari said. “Edie was nearly a hundred before Abi started training her.”
“A hundred?” Alex said in a low voice to Nelson.
“They are ancient,” Nelson said in a low voice.
“Anyway, I’m also recovering from all the ‘crazy magic’ to change my looks to be suitable for some king or another,” Mari said. “My friend, Sissy, has been helping me become myself. Do you know Sissy?”
“Sandy’s sister?” Alex asked. “She’s a lovely girl.”
“I’ve met her but I don’t know her,” Nelson said. “She’s been in Paris since I’ve been dating Blane.”
“Why are we here?” Alex asked, moving into the kitchen.
“I needed to talk to you where they can’t hear you,” Mari said.
“They are goddesses!” Nelson said, taking a stool at the kitchen counter. “They can do whatever they want.”
Mari set a tea kettle on the stove.
“This is the Isle of Man. Man is short for Manannàn, my father.” Mari said, attending to a tea pot. “They can’t come here unless someone in the Queendom gives them permission. And even then, their powers are not effective here. Abi may come and go as she pleases, but she is not what I’m worried about.”
“What are you worried about?” Alex asked.
“Biscuits?” Mari asked.
“I’m still full from our London stop,” Nelson said.
Mari poured boiling water over the teapot and filled the milk pitcher. She carried it out to the sitting area.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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