Preyuna’s face burned as she speed-walked to the kitchen.
Her throat ached.
Tears trickled down her face.
That stupid, stupid boy!
Jay stood there, completely at a loss.
His body jittered with the need to do something,
But he knew Preyuna was right. There was nothing he could do.
Jay walked over to the rocker and pulled out his journal.
He sat down and wrote…
I am lost.
Lost for words. Lost for actions. I’m lucky I can even write straight right now.
His mouth twitched as he tried not to cry.
Isellta isn’t gonna come back to us.
A soul eating monster is holding him captivated.
It’s going to eat him.
Isellta is going to die and……I can’t do anything to stop it. I can’t protect him. I can’t rush in and save him. I can only stand by and watch him weaken.
Will it hurt?
Will he scream as his soul’s being devoured?
This is really morbid thinking and, amazingly enough, it isn’t making me feel any better.
I wish you were here.
This is all my fault.
This is all my fault and I can’t make it right.
But I will take your advice. I don’t know if it will help him any, but it will help me.
I’ll talk to him. I’ll touch him, stay near to him, so when the end comes, he won’t be alone.
*heavy, deep-rooted sigh*
That’s all lovely and grand, but now I have to talk to Caten and tell him why I need to take time off. …………………..I think we both know how well that will go.
I just hope I can refrain from beating him up. That really won’t help matters.
Wish me luck.
I am going to need a lot of luck.
“Yes, thank you. Have a great day!” Barbara hung up her phone.
I’ll see him again tonight, but I won’t be able to touch him.
She untangled her phone cord.
I wonder if I should call in sick.
That would only make matters worse for him and me.
Her phone rang again.
“Hello! Thank you for calling Sammy’s Place. We specialize in—”
“Hold on, punkin. It’s just me.”
She smiled. “Dad! What’s happening?”
“I’m just bustling about, completing some last minute plans before Sunday.” He paused. “I hope you don’t mind if I got Clarice involved. She had some great ideas.”
“I don’t mind at all.”
Another pause. “Barbara. I like Clarice. I really like her. Are you sure you’re okay with this? I am not trying to replace your mother. I’m not trying to forget her. I can’t forget her. She was the love of my life. She gave me you.”
“Dad. I want you to be happy.”
“She makes me happy.”
“Then, don’t worry. I love you.”
“I love you too, punkin.” He laughed. “I’m sorry. I gotta go. She’s making these big, sweeping gestures at me. I think she wants me to follow her.”
Barbara grinned. “Then, you better follow her. Love you.”
“Love you too. Bye.”
As she hung up the phone, Sammy entered the office.
“Hello, Ms. Addleston.” Sammy started to head towards the double glass doors on the other side of the lobby. He stopped at the half-way point, turned, and walked over to her desk. “Ms. Addleston.”
He elbow-propped on the counter above her desk. “You invited me to your wedding. Does that invitation still hold?”
It took Barbara a few minutes to fully process his question. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes. Do you mind if I come?”
She stood and laid her hands on top of his hands.
Her stapler turned into a paper airplane and soared into the third row of seats in the lobby.
“Sammy, I’d be delighted.”