Page 102 of Savior
Some bigger than others. “We did. And I’m sorry for mine.”
“Mommy said to tell you to figure out a time to meet us and Aunt Tamra at the park. Where we get ice cream. You remember that spot?”
“Of course, Monkey.”
“I love you, Uncle Dean.”
“I love you too, Maddie.” I sigh, thanking whatever higher power exists, that this kid is so forgiving.
She certainly didn’t get it from any of us.
“Would you mind if I use the bathroom before we get started?” my client asks before we step into the Reiki room.
“Not at all.” I gesture to the door behind her. “It’s just there, at the top of the stairs. I’ll get everything ready for you in the meantime.”
Truth be told, I’m grateful for the few moments alone. I need a minute myself, after that encounter with Dean, and not because of the heated, territorial little bump and grind make-out session he instigated. Dean might actually be right in his suspicions about Legion…
My nerves are definitely shaken as I carefully pick up the little quartz crystal singing bowl and use its vibrational frequency to clear the room. Until Ace is born, smudging is no longer an option. As I tap the bowl with the soft mallet, I try to focus on the long, spherical tone resonating throughout the space of the room.
If those flowers are from Legion… What are the chances they just happened to be black roses? Was he, or one of his men, watching us in Myrtle Beach? Is that why that rendition of Jessie’s Girl was requested when we were having dinner? The juke box at the party was probably a fluke. Everyone at the party was either a Savior, or a Savior’s girlfriend or Ol’ Lady. Plus, Legion did not seem too thrilled with my news that night I confronted him over Lucinda’s letter. I’d definitely venture to call his reaction a less than enthusiastic congratulatory response…
A peony surrounded by black roses… Dean said it was a threat, not a nice gesture. That it’s his way of letting us both know he’s always around… Is that why he was in the parking lot the night I fainted? Is that why I smelled the smoke of a cigarette on the beach? Where could he have been that I would not have seen him? It’s not as if Legion is an actual Demon with supernatural abilities. I know he claims to dabble in witchcraft, but this is still the real world.
Just as I place the crystal singing bowl back on its setting in the corner of the room, my client returns.
“Are you ready for me?” she asks.
“Yes. Please, lie down and relax.” I smile back at her.
She situates herself on my table, and as she does, I can smell the cigarette smoke lingering on her person. She must have been sneaking a few drags in the bathroom. We’ll have to put a smoke alarm in there to discourage this in the future. Even Laura only smokes outside on breaks.
I laugh inwardly at myself over the silly thought of Legion possessing Demonic powers. Clearly, he’s not the only person on the planet with a smoking habit.
